Lapse

I was looking through my drafts on this blog and I found an old poem I had began and never finished.

The darkest of my days, still light me reaches,

The coldest of my nights, warmth 'round me wraps.

The longest, endless road still I do travel 

And into mindless trudge again do lapse.

But broken! Piercing, penetrating light
Snaps me from my slumbering gait.

This way -- not waste nor worthless --

Is precious: My soul will better make.

Writing this poem I tried to get across my own spiritual journey. Often times I numb out and zone out. When I'm broken and upset, His comfort still reaches me but often eventually I slip down into a spiritual dryness. Christ always snaps me back. His love is fierce, piercing and relentless. This life, no matter how awful it may seem, is such a wonderful journey of purgation, training and sanctification.