When I first met you,
I thought you rather
brash; rough around
the edges...but then
you opened up to me
and told me of your
suffering...
We've been through
the same thing, you
and I, as catechists.
Memories come back to
me when I think of
the pain your in, all
the crying...
Especially today being
Catechist Sunday, as
this is the week Sunday
school starts for the
next school season.
I want you to know, I keep
praying for you,
Especially when I'm at
church; I remember the
gossip, the stares, the
ostracization...the pain
fades over time, but the
memory remains fresh, always
making you self-conscious.
Eventually people move on
with their lives - it's
their choice to; they must
in order to survive...
It's true there are those who
don't, those who let adversity
get the better of them,
And they dwell on some silly
failing, or teacher's mannerisms,
or something like that the
rest of their lives, but honey -
it's out of your hands, really.
All you can do is pray for them,
and for yourself,
That you all will heal in God's
time and move on with life,
like I did with mine.
Yes, occasionally I get self-
conscious at church, but I close
my eyes and ignore everything but
God, my reason for being at church.
Just think, love: it's only a test
of God, like He did of Abraham,
Isaac, and Jacob - He tests the ones
He loves, and that is something
that you should try to keep in
mind as you're going through this
difficult time...
Author notes
We all make mistakes; we all fall and fail. People don't lose respect for a person when they're down; they lose it when the person refuses to get back up and try again...in this case, perhaps another type of ministry is your cup of tea for now.
[Dedicated to Freed by Mercy]
In a list
A contest entry
- frayed by usually-untitled.
450 points, ended September 22, 2008, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I feel your pain...
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This is truly a wonderful write you have here. Very inspirational. Very well written. Flows excellently and I just love the thoughts you get across to your readers. Great job here.
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lovely.
also, you followed the prompt!
thanks for entering...
i think the first stanza is my favourite. -
Your poem reminds me of a quote by Mother Theresa:
"I know God will not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish that He didn't trust me so much."
I think there is a great deal of wisdom in, "Eventually people move on
with their lives - it's
their choice to; they must
in order to survive..."
This is a nice expression of your faith.
Peace, Liz -
Wow this is a srong word of encouragemnt. It was really heartfelt and I enjoyed reading it. Thank you for entering this beautiful poem into my contest.
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Thank you, Jennifer. I appreciate you empathy and concern, and for writing this poem for me. Thanks so much!
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This is quite a beautiful expression of faith. I agreed completely with your premise..and it was a great reminder that GOD is the reason we are at church. Worship is for HIM, not us.
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