A First

In a few years of blogging, I've never posted twice on one day. But I had two poems that just happened to land on paper on the train last week. So I'm posting them here to remember them. The first post was Advent in March (like Christmas in July). This poem, though, is totally different, as you'll see.

With compassion as our guide,

I will join you by your side

Walking through this life we know

Falling often as we go

When we stumble on our way

The pain is slow to go away

Knots that form inside us then

Tighten through the night again

Darkness holds us in its grip

Til we feel our hands will slip

Letting go will cause remorse

But if feels like the only course

We can't change our history

Can't remove the mysteries

That block us from the gentleness

Key to cure our loneliness

And so we pray for help today

Knowing that our frame is frayed

Broken down, we turn to You

Begging you to make us new

With compassion as our guide

I will join you side-by-side

Even though the road is rough

You are more than enough