Content

There are no joys for me anymore~

I must face openly

.My grief.

No hikes to high mountain top vistas

  No swimming in wild ocean whip and froth

      No high mountain lakes

Or long~ nights of dancing

The world goes on- -

- -Without me- - 

I must learn to be content

In every circumstance

  -content now- to lie

            .still.

-let my thoughts be my adventures

    let my prayers be my dance

         Let my God be my breath-taking,

    breath giving~

                horizon~

 -be in awe of Him,

   Of Him .Alone.

My tears, countless- sobbing

days and nights,

Will not have been in vain.

He that seeth all

   heareth all

      knoweth all

doth even weep with me.

After I am spent-

And lay trembling in his arms

   He taketh me up

       holding my face close

           in his hands

whispering~

Shhhhh, Child, I am here.

All is well, I am here*

i

I have several rare conditions that have pain as a constant bed-fellow. Unfortunately the last few years pain has married itself to disability as well. This piece of artwork, Papa God is a comfort to me in that it expresses the safety and comfort of Creator God, who is the perfect Father and the only one who can really understand the depth of my agonies. 

The poem, Content, is an expression of 'being in the process' of grieving the loss of my mobility and seeking to reground myself in my value as a human being regardless of what I can or can't do physically. This value, I also find in the arms of my great, comforting Papa God. 

From somewhere over the rainbow, 

zoe ashcraft