Faith or Fear

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Faith or Fear

On December 11th, I looked out the window and wrote a poem about the wintry view before my eyes. I was surprised that it ended up about fear and faith. What is in us has a way of coming out, doesn’t it. I rarely post new poems, but put it on-line. Dissatisfied, I revised it. Here’s the newer version. The original is below. What do you think?

Fear or Faith

Dry grasses shiver in the wind;
the trees are bare-bark gray,
bone-open—all can see
beyond their naked branches
trembling in the rising breeze.

Tall scattered pines, deep greens,
defy these winds;
standing straight against the skies
all overcast with gray,
the threatening haze
before my eyes this day
when sun is hid
and nameless, buried dreads
haunt hearts and heads
as fears of virus,
fears of fraud, fears of lies,
and fears of fear are spread abroad.

New choices fight old ways—
weighed down
our edges fray against gusts of dismay.
Qualms cloud the air
with waves that try to seed despair
and seek to feed all faithless sin,
all self-love’s loveless fear.

A busy chickadee
without anxiety
pecks away upon the tree
outside the glass in front of me.

And I recall
Words spoken long ago.
“Consider the lilies of the field,
Look on the birds of the air,
Our Heavenly Father feeds them,
Our Heavenly Father cares.”
He doesn’t know the word, despair.

Will we trust Him? Will we dare —
to turn from self to stand in Him
if stripped like winter trees?
If shaking in the wind?

Lord, let us stand in You,
like the pines before my eyes
we’d be steadfastly green,
alive in faith, we’d seek Your ways
through wintery days wrapped round with gray.

Give us Your Son, O Father.
Let us see our need—and yield—
and fall upon our knees.
Teach us to abide;
In You alone we’d hide.

Lord, Hear our prayer.
Grant strength, and certainty
that truth will rise
through our qualm-clouded air.
Still every wave that feeds despair.

By grace alone,
in You we stand,
to rise above all fear with praise to God.
Through all earth’s lying grays and every haze
His Son still shines.

Jesus did not die.
Jesus did not lie.
He hears our cries.
His heart beats in our own
He strengthens and He guides.

 

Here’s the original version—
Earlier this week, while sitting at my computer I looked out the window and wrote a poem about the wintry view before my eyes. I was surprised when it ended up about fear and faith. I rarely post new poems. I  cool them off and revise, but this one felt timely.  What do you think?

Faith or Fear

Dry grasses, tall and brown,
shiver, wave and shake at me;
the trees, all bare-bark gray,
stand nakedly, transparently
opened, for all to see,
past branches trembling in the breeze.

Tall scattered pines, deep green,
with dark between
stand staunchly, all unmoved
against the lighter hues of gray,
the haze that meets my eyes this day
when sun is hid
and often nameless, buried dreads
fill hearts and heads
with with choices,  grayed,
as fears of virus, fears of fraud,
fears of lies,
and fears of fear are spread abroad.
Qualms cloud the air
with waves that feed despair
and feed our sin of loveless fear.

A busy chickadee
without anxiety
pecks away upon the tree
outside the glass in front of me.

And I recall,
Words spoken long ago.
“Consider the lilies of the field,
Look on the birds of the air,
Our Heavenly Father feeds them,
Our Heavenly Father cares.”

Will we trust Him? Will we dare —
if stripped like winter trees,
if shaken to quiver
like grass in the wind?
Will we staunchly stand,
like the scattered pines before my eyes
steadfastly green
against gray days and haze?

By grace, we can!
We must!
Not only stand,
but let love cast out fear
and rise—to sing our praise to God
through all earth-grays and every haze
His Son still shines.

Jesus did not die.
Jesus did not lie.
He hears our cries.
He strengthens and He guides.

 

 

 

 

12 Comments

  1. Kathleen Trock
    January 4, 2021

    I love this poem.

    Reply
    • Ginny Emery
      January 4, 2021

      Thank you, Kathleen. This morning I realized that my personal challenge and choice to believe God parallels the God’s challenging call to Christians —to believe Him as we seek revival, individually and
      for the church.

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    • CBD
      January 5, 2021

      Me too.

      Reply
  2. Judith Doctor
    January 4, 2021

    Enjoyed them both! You captured so very much of the human struggle. Love their imagery, recalled certain memories for me, and appreciated the emotional honesty and vulnerability carried through the lines. Thoughts of Easter come to mind, where we are reminded every year that life comes out of death, meaning and purpose out of chaos, and light out of darkness. This seems to be the nature of our spiritual journey. I thank God that His resurrection power is at work deeply within us.

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    • Ginny Emery
      January 4, 2021

      Thank you, Judith. Your associations expand my personal meaning and bring great joy. Yes. The same Spirit that raised Christ from the dead!

      Reply
    • Margaret Hoeft
      January 4, 2021

      Judith’s comment expresses my feelings as well, especially the thoughts of Easter and eternal life with our maker and creator!

      Reply
      • Ginny Emery
        January 5, 2021

        Agree!

        Reply
  3. Christine
    January 5, 2021

    I echo Kathleen. I feel the warmth as I read it. I sense your smile through it. Relevant, today esp. TY.

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    • Christine
      January 5, 2021

      I needed to say above- warmth of His love. It’s underneath and deep inside. Though the external world appear stripped and stark- the internal condition of His love, as noted in the latter part, is real. And I’ve always heard it in your voice and felt it through your written words:)

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      • Ginny Emery
        January 5, 2021

        HIS! LOVE! Always His! Thank You, Father.

        Reply
  4. Susie
    January 5, 2021

    I liked the poem. I read it quickly and thought you were comparing us to
    “the trees are bare-bark gray…

    …..breeze .”
    Thinking of us naked trembling in the breeze was a very powerful vision.

    Reply
    • Ginny Emery
      January 5, 2021

      Thanks, Susie. You got it! Those lines aren’t far off from how I felt—until I thought of Jesus, naked on the cross, with no shame, no loss of confidence in His Father’s love and plan.

      Reply

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