I wrote search for truth when I felt so overloaded by the world. It helped me anchor back in my faith

Search for Truth

Switched on the news this evening
So many opinions
What is the truth?
Talk of lots of people
With different thoughts, ideas and hopes
Who’s right, who’s wrong?
What is the truth?
Is truth found in the ghetto
In the hungry stare of a child?
In those who live off what others throw away
Is truth found in politics
Rhetoric or in mans mischievous antics?
Is truth fact, fiction or myth?
Where is truth?
Is it in the touch of love
The unselfish gesture
The nobody in the public’s eyes
Yet special to those close by
Where is truth?
Is it in a barren cross?
In apparent failure, yet victorious love?

A few weeks ago I had brain surgery to remove a benign tumour. I was in hospital for 10 days. I could not see the sky much in hospital as the window was behind me. How I missed the sky. The beauty of the outside. Since leaving hospital I am just so moved by creation. I have been in tears looking at a blade of grass, the sky and butterflies. Things I took for granted seem so beautiful and precious. I wrote this poem to express how I feel.

Everythings Changed

The flowers smell sweeter
The blue sky is bluer
The butterfly moves me to tears
Yesterday these things I took for granted
Today they mean so much to me

My children I hug tighter
The moments are more precious
My husband I see in a different light
Things that seemed important
Have shrunk in significance
Things have changed in my life
I don’t know what the future holds
My times are in his hands
I have shouted these words in the scanner
When the panic had threatened my mind

Everything changed on the cross of calvary
As Jesus died for me
As He rose again from the dead a way was made open for me to know
His comfort, His love, His peace

I don’t understand why things happen
I wrestle with questions inside
Yet somehow I find consolation which I can’t deny
So I fix my eyes on Jesus
The author and perfector of my faith
And journey each day trusting him to lead the way

I had not been a Christian very long and I remember being sat in a car park before going into work and this poem just expressed how I longed for a deeper relationship with God. It helped me be honest about where I was at and to own that I desired this with all my heart.

Coffee Break God

Too often I treat you as a coffee break God
Giving you a slot in my day from which I leave refreshed
But ready to return “to the rest of life”
But you are a living fountain welling up constantly
Bubbling perpetually
Never to be confined to one cup
To be drunk like a dose
And then emptied
Once each day or twice or three times
Ticked off, and signed for
Drug administered
No Lord
May I drink from you always!
For the more I sip
Then the more I thirst for the “rest of my life” to be irrigated by channels which overflow
To bring your blessings to others from a constant exchange at your wellspring