Life can leach the life right out of us if we let it. Drain all vitality. Leave us limp and wilted as can be.
We seek a place to feel safe, free from harm, to rest and recuperate. A shelter for which our soul’s long.
My safe place? In my Saviour’s embrace. Beneath the shadow of His wings.
Clinging close to God’s side is where I want to abide.
And all the more as society (read:government-shaped attitudes) cause me to want to run and hide away.
There is no stable ground to be found in this world. All is shifting sand. Fickle and failing.
Those with sickness, disease and disabilities are increasingly marginalised and ostracised by a society quick to point fingers but slow to lift them to help.
Compassion doesn’t often seem to extend to those too ill to work. We are presumed to be lazy good-for-nothings, until proved otherwise.
The poem below was written out of my personal experience of living with M.E, fibromyalgia and other chronic illness for over 20 years.
I wasn’t going to write today, depleted and drained as I am. But God graced me with these words on a subject I feel strongly about.
It is also written in empathy and sympathy for all who suffer and to honour International ME/CSF/ & FM Awareness Day.
My voice is weak
Silenced by the strong
While I have a soul longing
to seek a place of shelter
Somewhere I can belong
Bathe these wounds
in Gilead’s balm
Receive oil of joy
to slip away from harm
Pain penetrates each day
Its probing fingers linger
like a stubborn stain
Leaving me weaker than before
Coated in a covering of shame
Living on the margins
Broken by its borders
A limp-ragged doll, I blink
wary eyes at society
and slink away to hide
Because I’m washed up
by its tide, become detritus
on the shore, breathless
in my distress, dis-ease
But the Healer hears and sees
Cradles His hurting child
Gathers her fragments, lost soul
Breathes new life, new hope
to restore and make her whole
4 thoughts on “Seeking shelter”
Thank you, La. I’m glad you connect with this. Bless you. 🙂 x
I love this, Joy. Dependent with you on that Healer who sees, hears, and cradles His hurting child. We could never get through the pain without Him! Praying for your rest – physically, emotionally, spiritually! Hugs!
Amen, Trudy! It’s a great encouragement and joy to share the journey with you, my friend. And I pray for you to be rested in every way too as you lean harder on the Lord. Hugs, prayers and blessings of health and strength to you. 🙂 x