Scars

 Scars 3/6/2014

Drip, drip, drip

The days of hope and fervor

Slowly melt away

Leaving us cold and angry

Weary and bland.  

But it’s not that we don’t care

It’s because we are beaten

Remembering all too well

What it means

To try and suffer. 

We extended our hand

And brought it back empty

As we held out hope

That we would be loved

Or appreciated.

We trusted

And we hoped

But then we were stabbed

And murdered.

Forgotten in a heartbeat

Like a bump in the road

Just another necessary evil

On their way to something else. 

We wear the scars

And we bear the burden

Sacrificing all

For promises

Unfulfilled. 

Rising up

And falling down

Even when we know

There is no hope at all. 

I know what it feels like

To give all you can

And look backwards

Wishing it were more. 

We all could have been more

And yes we could have been better

But what good is it to regret

What we can never change.

But if only we understood

We would not give up

But instead we would remember

Who it is we are

And what it is we seek.

The heart is bottomless

And the spirit is strong

Stronger in weakness and humility

Than it is in riches and pride. 

Every day

We are new again

Even though we age

And even though we die.

The world is dying

But even in the end

We still have each other

And we still have forever.

The greatest victories

Are still ahead

Even if they are hard to see

And hard to measure. 

God is with us

Right here

And right now

Stronger than man

And greater than the world.