I wrote a poem last night titled “Higher”, inspired by a photograph I took under a tree, where I was looking up at the branches which I longed to climb.
Poems are like painting to me, where it helps me process what is going on inside my soul. It helps me see where I am in a prophetic way, like a dream where God reveals the deeper things of the spirit.
September 19th, 2018
On a path she has always known,
A journey long traveled,
She finds her road expanding
Unfolding into a vast field before her.
She stops… feeling naked, and exposed,
unknowing of how to move forward
without a singular direction.
She waits… contemplating the way to continue
On her journey, which is no longer defined
by a straight and narrow line.
Noticing a tree in the field of which she now stands
She runs to it, finding comfort in it’s shade
She lay on top of it’s roots in the ground
Gazing up into the arms of it’s branches
Seeing a new perspective in the stillness-
resting beneath her tree of life.
Her path has not ended in the field
Nor has it expanded with no direction.
Here she has found her journey once again
Not on a straight path taking her further-
But a way above her, taking her higher.
After writing this I fell asleep, and this morning I grabbed my bible to look up a verse on light. While looking for this verse, the word ‘field’ grabbed my attention, reminding me of this poem I wrote the night before.
Matthew 13:44 – ‘The Kingdom of Heaven is like treasure hidden in a field. When a man found it, he hid it again, and went and sold all he had, and bought that field.”
Being in a place right now where me and Shanen are literally about to sell all we have to move forward to where we feel God calling us to go, I found a lot of comfort and confirmation in these words of Jesus this morning. Especially just after writing this poem, unsure of what to make out of the meaning, and what this next season will look like as my path changes in such a way. I know no matter where I am, when living from this place of rest, embracing change, and holding on to that child-like faith in which I often find my strength; here I am exactly where I’m meant to be.
Sarah Camille SI