Jeffrey Smith's Blog

Mirror

I'm not huge on poetry but I wrote this a couple of years ago after I went through a huge test of my faith. I may have failed the test in some ways but God's love has a way of running into me wherever I go.

 

The weight of failure presses on my shoulders

My crimes leave stains on my skin

Heavy laden with regret

Discoloration…nothing pristine anymore

I feel something like a magnet

Drawing my emotions to a realm unseen

A hope mixed with sadness and joy

I remember how much I love You

All You’ve done to love me

Pressure turns into an embrace

My skin dissolves as my spirit becomes material before my eyes

Restored.

Renewed.

It’s not about me.

I remember You.

This mirror has reminded me…

 

The Becoming

God has never let me down

He has sustained me through failure, shame, victory, regret, and joy

Why have I ever questioned His faithfulness?

He cannot fail

When I was so lost, I couldn’t find myself

He showed me the benefit of what an heir is.

I deserved nothing and He gave me everything

I was surely headed toward heartbreak but He showed me what rejoicing truly was

I will tell nations of this love

I will persuade men to sing songs of my Father’s majesty

But most of all I am marked by this moment

Stretched so that I no longer am the same man

This becoming is beautiful and I don’t want to miss any of it.

Christmas Shopping at the Mall

By: Jeffrey Smith Diverse faces in passage Tragic, damaged, hopeful, amused, vitriolic, oblivious. Souls compete for matter in tiny spaces The tangible becomes frivolous in the greater scheme With no regard for one another the mission is now a paradox Mathematics become fuzzy For the ones I know, love equals x But for these love equals…well, it just doesn’t seem to apply Even the strangers in the semi-circle see right through each other Nevertheless, off I go… I finished.