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