What does a troubled soul look like?
There is shaking from a storm that rages and water that pounds against it,
Yet the rain has long since passed and the thunder no longer heard.
The soul is aged, far too quickly, with heart taught many lessons,
But more than those it’s patient, it’s love, it’s open to the quietest voices spoken.
This is a troubled soul
Whose heart is soft and feels the pain of those around it,
And reaches out to take their hand and embrace them, the ones left out alone.
Most of all, it knows their pain and feels its ever aching with them
And holds it close as to not forget that love counts no costs too high.
So what is a troubled soul?
It’s a gift of God that we may see more clearly and love the way He loves.
It’s a hope that this life is not all there is and that the future is still coming.
It’s a place where home is not quite home, but safe enough to rest.
It’s a door by which to welcome in the lost, the broken, and the fallen.
I am growing fond of troubled people the more I find that I am one of them.
Troubled by grace. Not of myself.