I have a poem to share.
I used to write poems when I was younger because I felt that I could express my philosophical self best when I’m poetic. Turns out, it didn’t help much just expressing my philosophy when I didn’t have hope in my life. They were like an empty wish, or simply, just empty.
When I got to know God and began to read the Bible, boy, was I judgmental! I’d read the Exodus and the wandering with despise: why are you people so stiff-necked?! And I’d fall asleep by the time I’m on Numbers. Then God broke my stiff neck, and I realized: the condition of the people was a reflection of my schizophrenic nature with my walk with God.
What a patient, compassionate, merciful God we have. And He has been saying this to me all along: kiss farewell, for you are a new creation.
Kiss farewell to the city that we used to know
Walking through the valleys of nothing
the journey high and low
Looking for a sign, and it’s right before our eyes
but fail to comprehend, my heart of stone is dissatisfied
Looking for a home to rest our heads
but home won’t come without the heart first find rest
Desperate to lean on something but found the wrong places
Dance in the light of day but crumble in dark cages
Our hearts are numb, though we cry and mourn
and it hurts like fire and poison, and my flesh is torn
But in the desert you took the face
of my transgressions and it was raised
You say, Look upon the way it was made
We lift our gaze and our lives remained
So you say, Kiss farewell to the way that you used to know
Turn your heart from the valleys of nothing
the journey long ago