If despair is the only way
To bring me back to my knees
Open to Your effects
Then this melancholy
Is my favorite place to be.
“Don’t seal off the wound,”
“It’s where the light enters you.”
And I believe that.
For when the chanting high and charms of this life
To its true, lonely place
And I am left empty
And the tears well-up with the memories they cling to
The sorrow weighs heavy in my chest,
I steer my canoe through this bog,
Gliding through trees
Provoked by a dark, shallow water
I wait for the light to direct me
I hope to remain here
Until You’ll have me again.
By: Brooke VanBuskirk