I leave the wishing well,
(my hated wishing well)
and walk past a nice, smooth road
to seek a muddy gravel one.
Before long I find it
and walk barefoot,
complaining.
When at last I’m offered a ride, I refuse it
(because I’m doing just fine
alone on the gravel
thank you very much)
Besides... my feet would bleed on the upholstery
and that would be embarrassing.
A storm appears, and I look for cover…
just something to hide in until it passes-
I take out my checklist:
Books? Not distracting enough
Food? My favorites displease me
Work? I can't think
Friends? I don’t really feel like talking...
I weep with loneliness and keep on walking.
The rain rushes down,
smothering my world in damp gray tones.
Against the bleakness,
I see a well-lit cottage with a golden door.
When I reach for the gleaming door knocker,
I find my hands are covered in mud.
Sighing, I decide it must not be meant for me,
and walk back into the storm.
I reach the road’s end, exhausted
squeezing the rain from my hair,
and I’m standing at my wishing well
my HATED wishing well!
But this time, I sit down.
Author notes
Ever notice it's harder to sit and feel your longings then to hide from them in distracting other things? I wrote this a couple of years ago, and remembered the George MacDonald poem that talks about "holding your heart an empty cup, waiting to be filled." It's uncomfortable to sit there empty, but boy is it better to let God fill you in His time instead of filling the emptiness with temporary things that just lead to more aching!
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- Let's hear it for adventure by davidwright.
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Comments
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Sounds like an adventure of the spirit. Well written and fun to read. Thanks for being a contestant and happy trails.
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SO true...
I love to read your writes- so much depth.
And isn't it wonderful when He DOES fill it?
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this has got to be one of my favorite poems; i absolutely loved it!
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