Yet my brain is not idle and indeed, "simmering" is the word I might use for the mental exercise my mind entertains all day long. There is hardly a moment in the entire day when thoughts are not running rampant in the hollow hallways of my brain, and of late there are many so heavy that my head feels like it needs a vacation. Sometimes the rottenness of this fallen world just gets me down.
Specifically of late my heart is aching for families whose children - by no fault of their own - were damaged early in life by the failings of those who should have protected them. Now in loving families through the miracle of adoption, yet the shattering repercussions of those failures linger on in the emotional, psychological, spiritual battle that rages for the hearts and minds of those precious children.
Tonight I penned this poem - it is rather rough and raw, but in that it reflects my own emotions on this subject. How I long for the day when Christ the King will reign in holiness and perfection on the earth! And even before that, when the glory of Heaven will bathe the hearts of God's children in healing and bring to reality the eternal hope that rests solely in Him. So be it, Lord!
The hammer falls,
A bitter blow –
Shaking the core
Of all we know.
A child’s grief,
His hurt, his shame,
Still without a name
Yet twisted, turned
Into this shape
With mouth agape
We shudder; what does the future hold
Only the Truth that long foretold
He holds the broken in His hands
Nothing impossible, because He can
Heal the wounds and right the wrongs
Halt the tide that roars along
Towards death, destruction and the End
But He is faithful … He will mend.