A new poem

This one was tricky. I’ve really been battling a lot of jealousy and discontentment lately, and I felt it coming on again this evening. I could have cried or been angry, I could have chosen wistful day-dreaming indulgence, I could have chosen to write something really snarky to post on any given social media website. Instead, I wrote this. Forgive me if I sound like that teenage goth girl in the back of your high school English class. I’m always afraid of that when I write poetry.

They come upon me, slow and sudden,
Like adders in the grass.
Without warning, just a soundless strike that cuts like broken glass.
I feel the venom coursing through me, stealing joy and life,
Feel it ebb and watch it spread—is there an end to all my strife?
There’s nothing new under the sun, is all my toil in vain?
Nurse the wound and curse the closest thing around to blame.

Jealousy and Malcontent – I know no greater foes,
Countless battles lost and won, but the war is not my own.
This weary, weathered body knows with heart as well as head;
Ere the respite there are many miles which must and shall be tread.

But long before the trials I now face had been ordained,
Were promises and prophecies, of the coming Savior King;
Who opens blinded eyes, and sets the captives free,
And crushes heads of serpents that would devour me.

Never hopeless, never helpless,
Never lost and ne’er forsaken.
Jesus reigns victorious and I will not be shaken.

Here’s another poem I wrote some time ago, if you’re interested.


8 thoughts on “A new poem

  1. of things not yet given, I’m praying you will keep offering those up to Him. Of all that is yours, I’m praying you will continue to pour it out like so much precious ointment at His feet. She “WASTED” that alabaster box of treasure. And the story continues to rock hearts and draw us to imitate. Dear Katie! I like your poem. It could be a great Caedmon’s Call song. Praying against those demons that strike so slyly. We’re memorizing Ephesians 6 as a family right now. May He help you FIGHT and WITHSTAND clothed in the full armor of God.
    Love you, Sister. Miss you being closeby.

  2. On this mountain the Lord of hosts will make for all peoples a feast of rich food, a feast of well-aged wine,
    of rich food full of marrow, of aged wine well refined.
    And He will swallow up on this mountain the covering that is cast over all peoples,
    the veil that is spread over all nations.
    He will swallow up death forever;
    and the Lord GOD will wipe away tears from all faces,
    and the reproach of His people He will take away from all the earth,
    for the Lord has spoken.

    Isaiah 25:6-8

    Love you.

  3. Katie, I’m continually amazed and blessed beyond words by the talents the Lord has given you… and that you’re using them for His glory. Your gifts span and quench ALL of our senses. We listen to you, we wear your work, we can even play with your work, taste your work, see your talent… and savor all of it… to the Glory of God. This is so beautiful (and so is the other one you wrote and linked to). With all that you have been gifted with, the possibilities, in my mind, are endless… Poetry books like Piper’s with your photographs garnishing each page? Are these poems also lyrics to the music you will perform? Will you open up a little café in Romania with your baking, knitted goods, a shelf of your poetry/photography books and play and sing music to Romanian Gypsy teens whilst they enjoy all of it? I don’t know, but whatever the case, you are blessed, and are a blessing to so many others! By the way, Mom was able to read this poem and was completely touched and blown away by it. Love you girl, and can’t wait to see you soon! ~Andrea

    1. Wow, Andrea! Thank you so much for your kind, encouraging words. I’m so thankful that these poems blessed you and your Mom. Praise God! And any of your plans sound good to me. :) Can’t wait to see you!

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