Where Do I Start?

Where did my song go?

Why can’t I sing?

Where is the joy

That God’s Spirit brings?

Why am I bound by

Life’s many woes?

Why was this heart

Shattered by my foes?

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Have I been blinded?

I look within.

Am I deceived;

is it my own sin?

Will forgiveness

recover my joy?

Was I undone,

by a plot and ploy?

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I must see clearly,

to really know.

I want vision,

in order to grow.

I need God’s Spirit.

That’s where I start.

I need melodies;

deep in my heart.

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Discover Song,

I was meant to sing—

solace that music,

alone will bring.

Melodies; harmonies

flow within.

I fight my fears—

and loudly begin.

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Author: Jana Horton

I write to soothe my soul. I empty my words onto napkins, scraps of paper, receipts... anything really. When I was very young my mom told me to stop writing on my hand. I never did. I write on it to this day. I’ve lost so many scraps of Self on soggy napkins; I’ve yet to lose my hand. The words I scribble there may wash off, but since they are inscribed in my soul, once they are released, from heart to hand, I am allowed to let them go.

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