I pray You help me see,
All people as you see them.
The beauty within their hearts,
Even when it’s well hidden.
I pray You help me look,
Past their stains and flaws.
To a soul born to search for light,
Make transparent life’s inflicted scars.
I pray You teach me how to love,
Even the ones who cause me harm.
Help me see their pain and struggles,
And grant them the gift of compassion.
We are all connected,
Each heart in a living symphony.
Intertwined into one fabric,
And it’s You that we need.
Please hear my prayer God.
I know it’s only You,
Who can unite and restore all hearts.
Help me see Your children as You do…
This is a poem my sister wrote for me. She doesn’t write much but when she does- they are crazy amazing! I love my little sister so much. We have a connection nothing can ever match.
A cautiously beating heart
That dwelt within
The sustaining womb
That I have been
And my chest aches when we’re apart
Two sister hearts
Adrift too far
For no other heart could know mine more
Than the one that beats inside of yours
And yet I know we don’t compare
For within your heart,
Such compassion fares.
An unadulterated love for God and creation
Such caring tenderness lies
Without impeding hesitation
But know in all you do and say
It’s your heart I see struggle anew each day
With the pain in your past
And the choices you’ve made
With final acceptance
With debts that God paid
I see through to your core
With each pulse beating sure
A most gloriously beautiful heart
One which mine will ever adore.
This was inspired by a poem written by Verbnflow. Can find this beautiful piece here: http://verbnflow.wordpress.com/2014/04/24/trust-fall/
Exactly what the broken need,
To connect shattered pieces, if only temporarily.
Compassion is the glue, and love is the lacquer.
That remains with the hurting soul, ever after.
The warmth of a touch, can melt away the pain,
Cover sins and abolish stains.
Many a tear is saved from crying,
From a soul trying to keep from dying.
I want to be a shelter,
To people in my path.
Those I meet upon my journey,
Sharing the love I have.
I want to live with arms open,
Welcoming hurting souls.
To love unconditionally,
And help shoulder people’s loads.
I want to refrain from judgment.
I want to see people as they are.
Through lenses of compassion,
To comfort their unhealed scars.
I want to be a sanctuary,
Sharing the light I have to give.
Reflecting kindness and beauty,
This is what I wish.
Self Portrait Prompt: The first thing that comes to my mind when describing myself is I’m compassionate – empathy to a torturous degree without God’s help! I feel like a bit of a one trick pony of late- recovery/addiction are obviously huge parts of my life – but it’s been a little on the overkill level in my recent posts it seems- maybe not- either way- this poem won’t disappoint in the recovery theme! Thanks for hangin in here with me on my journey. Much love to you all.
My heart beats with compassion for the hurting,
The souls lost in a world flooded with pain.
The tortured and the struggling,
For the angry, alone and afraid.
I feel deeply to a core that’s been whittled away,
By time, and through experiences’ stains.
The aches of many, their sufferings,
The feelings run like broken glass through my veins.
To feel is to be alive.
But to feel, at one time for me was to die…
I once considered empathy an encumbrance,
So much weight, I couldn’t shoulder it.
I see now, trying to carry it alone was foolishness,
God gave me this heart; He’s shown me it’s a gift.
I’m growing and evolving each moment,
I’m no longer running from a false opponent.
In recovery, I’m learning to be content,
God sustains this heart as it laments.
My aim is one of obedience,
Not always a desire of my heart.
To love my enemies as I’m am told, (Matthew 5:43-45)
Despite their harshly inflicted scars.
Not only love, but bless them,
Do good to those who have hurt me.
I’m even asked to pray for them,
While no reasoning I can conceive.
There’s much I do not understand,
God’s thoughts and ways are higher than mine. (Isaiah 55:8-9)
What’s beyond comprehension in the natural,
I find works out for my good over time.
I approach this rule, leading with compassion,
Placing myself in that person’s reality.
Trying to grasp why they are as they are,
Knowing much is hidden from me.
In handling others with humility and love,
Forgiving, when it seems unjust.
I consider my many mistakes,
All my wrongs which unfairly remain hushed.
And I pray fervently for the strength I need,
To obey my Lord’s clear petition.
Knowing, left to my own efforts,
I’ll only know resentments painful repetition.