She hath wings

Out of the darkness,

Came a new sound;

A pillar of strength,

Where hope was found.

First came a forth a glimmer,

Then creative torrents flowed –

A heart gaping open,

As in tears, I sowed.

More and more,

This new song came;

New melody, new chords

A new found flame.

It mattered  not

Whether it was any good –

For at last, my heart

Had understood.

The music depended  not

On human advice;

The message had reached me

More than twice.

It reflected a mood

And captured it all –

The pain, the sorrow –

The standing tall.

And I learnt that not all

Was lost in those days

It was merely hidden

Beneath the haze;

That sea of confusion

Of loss and great gain

Difficult to know

Which was sure to remain.

No two days predictable –

No certain fate…

Difficult to appreciate

Self-pity set in,

Doubts soon to follow;

This painful lot,

So hard to swallow.

Anger rose up,

Consuming my sights,

But I was to rise

To greater heights;

Only then could I

Learn to give;

I had to let go

So I could live –

Didn’t want to spend

Another day like this;

Such a trap to escape from –

A lonely abyss.

To the outside eye,

Everything was fine;

Surely I’d accepted

This new life of mine!

But all was not well,

And daily I cried –

Not even a place

To run and hide.

The music stopped;

The song turned to stone,

As days and nights

Became a drone;

An endless curse –

For I claimed One knew best,

Yet smiles were scarce

And I was not blessed.

In that sea of despair,

I distinctly recall

A hand, pulling me

Out of it all.

I asked for it to end-

I wanted to rise,

But seldom was there

Anything but hurt in my eyes.

There’s not a chance

I could have made it alone;

My cries had become

A feeble moan.

Yet out of those times,

A foundation was laid,

As I began to see the reason

Why I was made;

No greater purpose

Than running this race,

I couldn’t achieve it

Flat on my face.

So I stood, then I stumbled

Many a time,

Yet daily, upward

Began to climb.

No defining moment,

Yet gratefully aware

That wisdom and guidance

Were always there.

So I saw that circumstances

Didn’t change a thing-

I know now, I was born to sing;

Here to champion Another’s cause;

To bring Him glory and applause.

When I clung to my wishes

I could not succeed –

But as I let go,

I began to be freed.

The crossroad reached,

I know which path I choose;

Worth everything to know

I cannot lose.

Though flood and fire

Come swiftly past,

These trials are producing

Fruit that will last.

And out of it all,

Births a beautiful song;

When I am weak,

He is strong!

Nothing is wasted –

It’s a life being built,

Free from torment;

Free from guilt.

The song will triumph

Through laughter and pain;

It will bring refreshment

Just like the rain

And only One

Will judge the sound;

For only in Him,

Was the music found.

© M. Patterson 2010