Stand in my shoes
Come walk where I have been
Come see through my eyes
See all that I have seen
If you could wear my skin
If you could feel all I have felt
If you could feel the words spoken in my ears
If you could feel all the pain my hearts been dealt
Take all I have experienced
Take my memories and make them yours
Take all the cuts
All the bruises
Take all the wounds from my private unseen wars
Let my tears fill your eyes
Let them over flow and fall
Let the hard floor be your comfort
Let no one hear
Let no one come
No one at all
Love will be elusive
Love will not be for you
No matter how hard you work
No matter how sincere
You will always be at fault
You will always be wrong
You will always need to turn the other cheek
You will always be forced to be strong
You will see others rise with ease
You will see them look on uncaring as you fall
You will see them float by on gilt edged clouds
While you beg
While you crawl
When you need it most
You will find no shade and shelter
You will find desert
Cutting rocks and scorching sun
You will be left to bleed
Left to thirst
Left to swelter
All the fruitless struggles
All the desperate prayers
All the bitter midnight tears
All the times you took the blame to keep the peace
All the pain
All those years
Run where I have run
Where I went searching for relief
Sleep where I have slept
Where I lay immobilised with grief
Stumble over the questions
The unanswerable mysteries of my life
Some things will never be understood
Some memories will always cut through like a knife
If you could stand in my shoes
If you could wear my skin
If you could see through my eyes
If you could be where I have been
You would understand
Then you could empathise
Then you would forbear your judgement
Then you would feel more keenly the need to wipe tears from others eyes
You would laugh loud, and as often as you can
You would hug
And hold dear
You would accept only what is real
What is given without pretence
For love has no fear
Love is honest, it has no fake
Love heals and protects
Love lets itself be nailed to a stake
Love lifts up, holds and carries
Love deals in reason, truth and fact
Love will not turn a back to those in need
Love will not hesitate to act
Experience is a great teacher
In the loving it produces still more love
It causes buds of patience to flower in humble hearts
It opens discerning eyes to see the wisdom from above
So forbear to judge those that God does love
Forbear to criticise
Forbear until you’ve stood in their shoes
Until you’ve worn their skin
Until you’ve listened with their ears
Until you’ve seen their world
Through their eyes
“But why do you judge your brother? Or why do you also look down on your brother? For we will all stand before the judgement seat of God… Therefore, let us not judge one another any longer but, rather, be determined not to put a stumbling block or an obstacle before a brother.”
– Romans 14:10, 13
“If only I may grow: firmer, simpler, quieter, warmer.”
– Dag Hammarskjold
“It’s not enough to have a dream,
Unless you’re willing to pursue it.
It’s not enough to know what’s right,
Unless you’re strong enough to do it.
It’s not enough to learn the truth,
Unless you also learn to live it.
It’s not enough to reach for love,
Unless you care enough to give it.”
Where Were You?
Where were you when I cried those tears?
Where were you when I felt those fears?
You weren’t here beside me
You didn’t dry my eyes, didn’t guide me.
Where were you when the sky fell down?
Where were you when the night closed around?
You weren’t showing me the way
You weren’t pointing to a bright new day.
Where were you when I crawled?
Where were you when I bawled?
You weren’t calling me up to see how I was
You weren’t concerned about my loss.
Where were you when I needed a friend?
Where were you when I couldn’t pretend?
You weren’t there helping me pick the pieces up
You weren’t refilling my empty cup.
Where were you when it all fell apart?
Where were you when I was cut to the heart?
You weren’t telling me it would be alright
You weren’t helping me banish the night.
Where were you when my spirit broke?
Where were you when no one spoke?
You weren’t holding my hand
You weren’t helping me to stand.
Where were you when everyone left?
Where were you when I was alone, bereft?
You weren’t holding me as I cried
You weren’t there by my side.
Where were you when I was lost?
Where were you when I couldn’t cover the cost?
You weren’t helping me find the path
You weren’t showing me how to laugh.
Where were you through all the pain?
Where were you when I was out in the rain?
You weren’t my shining light
You weren’t interested in my plight.
Where were you the day innocence died?
Where were you when everyone lied?
You weren’t telling me you still believed
You weren’t holding me as I grieved.
Where were you when it all went wrong?
Where were you when I had nowhere to belong?
You weren’t showing me I had a base
You weren’t giving me a place.
Where were you when I called out?
Where were you when I couldn’t shout?
You weren’t giving me your ear
You weren’t banishing my fear.
Where were you after the fall?
Where were you through it all?
You weren’t anywhere to be found
You weren’t anywhere around.
“Each one must prove to be like a hiding place from the wind
And a place of concealment from the rainstorm,
Like streams of water in a waterless country,
Like the shadow of a heavy crag in an exhausted land.”
– Isaiah 32:2
“Be wrathful and yet do not sin,
let the sun not set with you in a provoked state,
neither allow place for the Devil…
but become kind to one another…
freely forgiving one another”
– Ephesians 4:26, 27, 32
“Anger makes you smaller,
while forgiveness forces you to grow
beyond what you were.”
– Cherie Carter Scott
~ It took me a long time to work through the feelings of abandonment and disbelieving anger I felt during the time I wrote the above. I make no apology for what my feelings were in this regard. I was very hurt. But writing it out helped me vent, come to terms with it, and let go of the anger.
The good thing that came out of this is that my faith is stronger than ever. I learnt a lot about reliance on God and I saw his helping hand time and time again.
Also it’s helped me to be more understanding and to empathize and know more fully how I can help others when they go through their own ‘book of Job’ experiences – as we all eventually do. Sometimes, it is the especially bad experiences we go through in life that teach us the most – and helps us grow into a better person. R ~
“I admire those who can smile in trouble, who can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection.”
– Leonardo da Vinci
I looked up at the stars last night
Burning so clear, so radiant, so bright
And wondered about galaxies distant eons away
And thought about a happy future day
I drifted around in my mind to a time
When all hurts are healed and everything is fine
When those sleeping safe will wake up
When life will be an endless full cup
I thanked my friend there up above
Who sent his dearest one with love
Who gave a gift we can never repay
A hope that can illuminate the darkest day
I wondered what I would have been
If I had never known it, if I had never seen
The truth, the way, that bright shining light
Like the stars above, beacons of hope in the night
I saw around me the ones who have given in
Those that are looking down or are looking in
They do not look above to the hope sparkling there
They only see the now, and so they despair
Then I saw also, those who look up in the night
They look to the future, look to the right
Those who have made a friend of that one up above
Who know his care and feel his love
I could see them smiling though the sun goes down
They survive the storms in which others drown
Like me, they look up to see burning stars shining still
Knowing with certainty, that their hope is real
~ inspired by Dave and Jo…
…after Katie began her peaceful sleep ~
“We do not want you to be ignorant concerning those who are sleeping in death; that you may not sorrow just as the rest also do who have no hope.”
– 1 Thessalonians 4:13, the Apostle Paul
“Do not marvel at this, because the hour is coming in which all those in the memorial tombs will hear his voice and come out, those who did good things to a resurrection of life, those who practiced vile things to a resurrection of judgment.”
– John 5:28, 29, Jesus Christ