Contemplation

Tonight I listened to my church’s morning service and he talked about contemplation. Currently laying in bed, my heart feels raw and tired, so my words to fittingly portray the importance of contemplation escape me. However, after also finishing my podcast readings of the stories of Jacob and Joseph, as well as the story of Job, it deepens my gratitude of the practice.

Great things can come from hardships, but we aren't always able to see that. We want to be angry, we want answers, but often times we come up empty. This is our reminder that we do not see the infinite. We simply do not know what lies around the next corner for us, or for those around us. We cannot design and align our lives the way we decide they fit, and no matter how hard we try, we are often still left with questions. Questions that are not always ours to answer. Yet we busy and burden ourselves with trying to.

I wrote this poem after I was experiencing a moment of heavy contemplation. I think it will be one I will revisit often when I can't make sense of the world and it's madness that consumes me.

Compassion. It's one very important blessing to have bestowed onto our conscious understanding. It is beautiful, and it is often forgotten and replaced by self preservation or protection. But the world needs more beautiful. Don't be afraid to be soft in a world that grooms you to be hard. Not everyone will understand, and you may be ridiculed as a fool, but to one person, your compassion may bring beauty and hope to where it wasn’t thought possible. That’s worth it. That’s the stuff that changes lives for the better.