Because I am just a moon
And among you,
Are many stars
Shinning far brighter than I ever could
In the midst of the brightest one
And stay away
Until she leaves again
Then I creep up with Rest…
She even shines her light on me.
What I did I do to deserve such grace,
Because all I bring is darkness
But yet she still awaits..
I do nothing
But wade across the sky
And very frequently
I collide with her-
Once in a life time for some.
I am darkness
And in that very darkness,
A resting place.
A hiding place.
A place of hope.
A place for peace.
Truth is, I am surrounded by people whose sorrows I can’t understand or fully comprehend.
My natural instinct is to respond and solve the problem rather than show compassion.
I am a natural born problem solver…
I’m more comfortable resolving the issue rather than providing comfort.
I’m learning to listen more and respond less.
I pray God grants me the power to truly Listen,
whilst someone entrusts me enough to pour out their heart.
Let them feel safe enough to drop it, like they did with their guard, knowing that’ll definitely catch it.
Also, the wisdom to understand and fully comprehend the words that they’re dying to escape gripped in the cages of their mouth.
Because a shoulder to lean is so much better than a chaotic tongue; eager to fix things, rather than hold a person who’s breaking with every breath, just praying to be held together.
[Featured Image: lenception, published 08 October 2013]