Category: Poetry

You pass me by every day;
And I wonder – what you really think?
Lost in my thoughts, sitting on the streets;
With no place to call home.
Every day I linger in the same place.
I wait – hoping for someone to rescue me.
Reaching out my hands;
Hoping to catch a few coins ;
To help me along the way.
 
You pass me by every day;
And I wonder – what you really think?
Nothing in my life seems secure anymore.
I have nothing, feel like nobody.
Everyday more uncertain.
Feeling down – maybe even depressed
No place to find comfort.
Memories only bring pain and regret
I’ve forgotten what it’s like to laugh
To smile, feel joy, have a meal – to taste love
Will I die today?
Live until tomorrow?
 
You pass me by every day;
And I wonder – what you really think?
Do I make you feel uncomfortable?
You can’t even look me in the eye.
How can you simply walk on by?
Is there any compassion at all?
My heart begins to sigh
Not even a smile or hello
It’s been a while since I have felt love
The pain of loneliness – it cuts so deep
Feeling numb – detached inside
Have lost my voice, when our worlds collide
 
Yet you pass me by every day
And I wonder – what you really think?
Why do you never stop?
Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?
Have I become like the scum of the earth?
My heart sighs, it ache’s inside;
Nowhere to run, no place to hide.
I’d love to tell you my story someday;
To help you understand!

You see, maybe I am just like you.
Looking at – the other – who’s passing me by;
Who is – just like me!
Wondering – what you really think? -when you pass me by!
Not knowing what to do; what to say or how to help?
Like me – your hearts sigh;
Asking this same question – searching for the reason?
Wondering why?

This is my daily hope!
Maybe even a prayer.
Someday you’ll stop,
Someday we’ll talk, hear each others story;
Someday we’ll no longer pass each other by!
Somehow we will no longer be strangers.
Someday we will become friends.

‘How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!

How vast is the sum of them!

Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand

When I awake, I am still with you’

 Every day our heavenly father is with us and as I‘ve been reflecting on Psalm 139 recently I’ve been reminded of just how much he really wants to speak to us.

He always wants to speak to us.

He never stops speaking.

The question is;

Am I hearing, what is he saying?

All of creation sings of his name, the maker of heaven and earth. From the highest of mountain peaks to the lowest of valleys, our God reigns. Nothing escapes his attention, not even the smallest detail of our lives.

How can it be?

He is God!

He knows my every thought, before I think it.

My every word before I speak it.

How can it be?

He is God!

Such knowledge is too wonderful for me to fully comprehend or to even understand and yet here the Psalmist writes of his desire to know the very thoughts of God.

The vast sum of them.

So many thoughts that he can’t even count them.

How can it be?

He is God!

With so many questions racing around my head when I think about how vast our God really is – supreme, sovereign and majestic over all.  I realise how small I am in this world and yet how significant I am in his.

He is always thinking about me. 

How can it be?

He is God!

Yet his thoughts are not my thoughts;

nor are his ways my ways.

yet the depth of his love is;

so high that I can’t climb over it

so low that I can’t sneak under it and;

so wide that I can’t get around it

Then as I read the words of this Psalm once more and stop, to pause and reflect just for a moment I find myself asking a question;

“What is God really thinking?”