“I have dealt with it” (whatever it is), we say.
Then we hear, we feel the creaking
of the door
to the past
and we are right back there again,
staring into the blackness
of that night, that day, that season.
That time we thought we had left behind a locked door,
never to see the light of day,
never again to pinch and pierce our hearts.
Through the opening flood memories.
There are good memories,
but they are shadowed by the bad, the ending,
singed by the fires that ravaged those joys with sorrow.
As if the light of those joys is forever dimmed
by the inferno that brought it all
to ashes.
How is it that though it is done, has been done and dusted now for years, the door still creaks open, letting the darkness of that time flood back, stealing today’s joys? And, let’s face it, we cannot but say,
why God? Why do you let my today be darkened by yesterday?
Then, I hear it …
every.
single.
time.
Even when I walk
through the darkest valley,
I will not be afraid,
for you are close beside me.
Your rod and your staff
protect and comfort me.
You prepare a feast for me
in the presence of my enemies.
You honor me by anointing my head with oil.
My cup overflows with blessings.
Surely your goodness and unfailing love will pursue me
all the days of my life,
and I will live in the house of the Lord
forever.
And I hear it.
I hear it with my ears, but I also feel it in my deepest parts,
the click of the door,
the slide of lock.
I feel the warmth of the light with me,
inside of me.
I am not alone,
for my Creator, my Redeemer is with me.
I can face, not just tomorrow, but yesterday too.
He will make all things new.
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