Feeling
discombobulated, which is seriously confused,
Times like
these we can’t help but feel thoroughly abused,
Mind’s tenuously
aflutter with a heart perplexed,
Why does it happen now—having been
vexed?
We thought
we got through this, but now perhaps not,
This
situation of soul has us all in a spot,
Besides
the recognition—uncharacterised are we,
Just what are we now supposed to flippantly
decree?
Welling
with tears but purge ourselves not,
Not here,
like this, are we to become a dishevelled grot,
Instead we
trudge along in our preciously veiled control,
Pretence is ours and that we do enrol.
But
eventually we come to a place we are undressed,
When this
pretence’s no longer good for our best,
A time of
deconstruction commences at last,
Such seasons of grief are far from
a blast.
Wading
through the squalor of strident lament,
And
suddenly we see how we’ve become so spent,
A time of
rebuilding seems destined to occur,
The stage now for fighting through
begins to stir.
Never do we
like it when we’re found to be low,
Feelings
of contempt we’re never more likely to stow,
Just as
quickly, though, we can turn it around,
Such a momentary response is
likely to astound.
Responses
such as these prompt the sound mind,
To seek a
victorious vision only one’s designed,
From
deconstruction to reconstruction we can easily see,
This is the passage to where we’re
finally free.
The Process Of Disassembly Necessary For
Further Assembling
Never do we like it when a dearth
of nasty experience is unfurled before us to be lived. Life takes over on these
occasions and casts us out into the roughened seas of squalling uncertainty.
It’s readily apparent that such spiritual challenges are foisted upon us,
usually, after a period of relative well-being. How crass can life be?
But being disassembled is only
part of the story. At a time when we’re ready we’re invited to join a new
assembly line. With new components on offer we become a new version of
ourselves. But there are the obligatory adjustments to make along the line.
None of those new components fits perfectly first time. Many need embedding.
And just in time, it seems, as
we’re rolled out onto the showroom floor, we’re ready for the roads ahead; a
shiny new model of ourselves.
***
As Job and the psalmist found
before us, deconstructing our brokenness is a vital part to our reconstruction.
From the experience of the depths we can know ever greater heights.
© 2012 S. J. Wickham.
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