I Begin Again
I feel the sting of pain,
the lump in my chest that lingers.
I’ve done it yet again…
turned my eyes from you.
When will I learn, dear Jesus,
that you’re my dearest friend?
I can do it myself, I say,
as I consume the travails of the physical world.
But that is finite and trite,
lacking the essence that feeds my soul.
So I turn once more to travel with you,
releasing my hold on control.
Like petals turning toward the sun,
I lift my face to to you, my friend.
Back together once again,
with only Love on our hearts.
– Karen J. Brand
