Crossing Over
Alone
I sink deeper, further – into the sea
The sea of aloneness – there’s no one but me
It’s dark here, and deep, and I cannot breathe
The darkness is filling my lungs as it seethes
.
I struggle to open my eyes as I feel
That all I believed in has never been real
I cry out for help but it’s too dark to see
Father, where are you? Have you hidden from me?
.
I need you, I want you, I long for your face
As I struggle I see it’s a terrible race
To cross from the darkness and into the light
It’s a battle my heart is unable to fight.
.
Where can I find you? Where have you gone?
Far away I can hear your whispered song
Struggling, my heart stills, I listen to the tune
And I see your face like the pale white moon
.
.
Ashamed
Where can I find you? Where have you gone?
Perhaps, perhaps you were here all along…
Your voice is quiet, like a whispered word
Like a gentle river, like a hummingbird
.
I try to hear it, your beautiful Spirit…
Sometimes I fear it – but I want to be near it
I listen to you, Father, and I want to be new
I want to be cleansed – Daddy, I need you.
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Who here can comfort me? Who here can know?
Can anyone love me? I want it so.
I bow my head, Father, and stare at the ground
I can’t look at you. I don’t make a sound.
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My heart is so heavy and I know I should die
Rather than sit here before you as morning draws nigh
I love you so much but it’s so hard to see
I’m aching to know you – but it terrifies me.
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Unburdened
I can’t stay here, I can’t, I know it is so
I shuffle away – but I don’t want to go
My breath seizes my throat – and your hand cups my chin
You say “look at me, love” – and then – and then –
.
You hold me close with my head on your chest
And you tell me to lay down my burdens and rest.
“Rest, love,” you say, and the look in your eyes
strikes a chord in my heart – I cannot deny
.
You say to me, “You have always been known.
You’ve always been mine and you were never alone.
I call you my child, and thus it is so.
Never forget what you came here to know.”
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I’m too heavy to speak – oh your Presence is strong
It’s like a revelation that I knew all along.
I drop my boulders – down, down on the ground
I hurl them in the ocean – and then hear a sound
.
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Beloved
It’s a beautiful murmur, a whisper, a sigh
Like a baby’s first breath breathed as morning draws nigh
It enfolds me, hides me, holds me and sings
As I at last find rest in the shadow of your wings
.
You call me your child – I’ll believe it is true
I’ll hold onto the knowledge and I’ll cling now to you
I’ve made a crossing – and oh, now I know
You call me your child – and thus it is so.
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© LadyBluebird 2022
About The Author
Abby
Abby is a teenaged writer who loves using her words for Jesus, to seek and point out beauty in the ordinary. When she isn't writing, you can find her jamming on her guitar, which she fondly calls "Raymond Fender the First", sitting on porches, or reading.
Oh, WOW, Abby! This poem… I don’t even know what to say.
It was magnificent.
It makes me feel close to Jesus.
Thank you so much, Ella Rose – it makes me so happy that Jesus could connect with you through this!♥
Oh, wow, Abby!! This poem is so, so beautiful. It is so full of emotion and the ending is so peaceful and wonderful. And the rhythm is very well done! Thank you for sharing this lovely poem. 💗
Thank you, Kate!
Oh, Abby.
Stunning.
“And this is the marvel of marvels, that he has called me beloved.” – CS Lewis
Thank you Stella! – I love that quote. I’m going to put it on my wall. 😊
CS Lewis is quote wall worthy. 🙂 I get lost in his books often.
love the poem so much Abby
Thanks Tobin! : )
Ah Abby. How beautiful this was and so, so true! When I read this I just felt drawn to the Lord as if indeed it was His voice whispering through your words. Your poetry is just so deep and meaningful and lovely. Well done. <3
~Grace
♥ Thank you, Grace!
This is so beautiful Abby! I love it so much. Your talent for poetry amazes me.
Thanks, Cosette! I love your poetry, too. 🙂