Read LENA JOHNSTONE’S Loved...
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Surrounded, overwhelmed, flooded
Pain
Everywhere, everyone
None untouched
I hear it in your voice
See it in your eyes
I watch you withdraw, protect yourself
I note your desperation
I hear your words, your story
Never good enough
Always wanting
Always incomplete
Looking for more,
Longing for more
My heart is heavy with your pain,
With my pain, with our pain
And then I see it
Amongst the long grass
A lone dandelion
A Father Christmas
And I raise it to my lips
And with a puff of breath
It floats. On invisible stream of air
Up, up, up
Free, weightless,
And I hear your voice
I hear a quiet voice. And I wonder, and I ponder
Freedom.
I see your dusty feet
Your torn clothes
Your worn clothes
I note your calloused hands, hands that dig, cut, pound
Hands of work
I see your weary eyes
Eyes that know pain,
That know hunger
I see the child on your lap
Swollen belly
Patchy hair
The stench of poverty sticks in my nostrils
And then I see the lake
I stand beside it
Vast, so vast
Seemingly endless
So wide, so long
And I hear your gentle whisper
Your quiet voice in my ear
A still small voice
And I wonder, and I ponder
Your vastness, your greatness, your everlasting love
I watch your rushing,
Tearing through today, tomorrow, life
Restless
Without rest
So much to do, so much to be done,
So many expectations
So much weight, heaviness,
Tiredness never ending
No end to what must be done
Pace frenetic
And then I see a child
An innocent one
Playing, chuckling, eyes wide shining
Joyous, carefree
And I hear your voice,
That still quiet voice
And I wonder, and I ponder
Joy unending, innocence, and wonderment
Oh to grasp you
The fullness of you
The joy of you
Your freedom, your greatness, your joy
My freedom, my peace, my joy
To see you fully
To know you fully,
Nothing compares
Nothing comes close
Made complete in you
No more tears, no more tiredness, no more poverty
Nothing else, no-one else satisfies
How can I comprehend that which is incomprehensible?
I have only ever known in part
Lived in the shadow of fear, pain, poverty, restlessness
How do I grasp what you offer?
I accept it in the moment
In the dandelion, the lake, the child
I take into my heart, my life, your revelation
And I hold on
Knowing there is more than I can see, grasp, or even imagine
Accepting my glimpse, fed by it, nourished by it but longing for your fullness,
For you. Evermore.
Surrounded, overwhelmed, flooded
Pain
Everywhere, everyone
None untouched
I hear it in your voice
See it in your eyes
I watch you withdraw, protect yourself
I note your desperation
I hear your words, your story
Never good enough
Always wanting
Always incomplete
Looking for more,
Longing for more
My heart is heavy with your pain,
With my pain, with our pain
And then I see it
Amongst the long grass
A lone dandelion
A Father Christmas
And I raise it to my lips
And with a puff of breath
It floats. On invisible stream of air
Up, up, up
Free, weightless,
And I hear your voice
I hear a quiet voice. And I wonder, and I ponder
Freedom.
I see your dusty feet
Your torn clothes
Your worn clothes
I note your calloused hands, hands that dig, cut, pound
Hands of work
I see your weary eyes
Eyes that know pain,
That know hunger
I see the child on your lap
Swollen belly
Patchy hair
The stench of poverty sticks in my nostrils
And then I see the lake
I stand beside it
Vast, so vast
Seemingly endless
So wide, so long
And I hear your gentle whisper
Your quiet voice in my ear
A still small voice
And I wonder, and I ponder
Your vastness, your greatness, your everlasting love
I watch your rushing,
Tearing through today, tomorrow, life
Restless
Without rest
So much to do, so much to be done,
So many expectations
So much weight, heaviness,
Tiredness never ending
No end to what must be done
Pace frenetic
And then I see a child
An innocent one
Playing, chuckling, eyes wide shining
Joyous, carefree
And I hear your voice,
That still quiet voice
And I wonder, and I ponder
Joy unending, innocence, and wonderment
Oh to grasp you
The fullness of you
The joy of you
Your freedom, your greatness, your joy
My freedom, my peace, my joy
To see you fully
To know you fully,
Nothing compares
Nothing comes close
Made complete in you
No more tears, no more tiredness, no more poverty
Nothing else, no-one else satisfies
How can I comprehend that which is incomprehensible?
I have only ever known in part
Lived in the shadow of fear, pain, poverty, restlessness
How do I grasp what you offer?
I accept it in the moment
In the dandelion, the lake, the child
I take into my heart, my life, your revelation
And I hold on
Knowing there is more than I can see, grasp, or even imagine
Accepting my glimpse, fed by it, nourished by it but longing for your fullness,
For you. Evermore.