Golden Scars

Father, I am broken;

pieces of me are old and gold

while others are young and shattered,

yet evermore so bold in control.

The young boy, insecure and afraid,

lashes out in anger and selfishness,

vying for what he believes

he’ll never have.

He wages war against golden

knowledge and wisdom;

truth is abolished

in his tornado of feelings.

He spins and cycles,

ripped and tossed to and fro

by wind and sea and waves.

He languishes in the trough he’s carved out;

he believes himself safe in the depths.

All the while, the man of healed

golden wisdom and knowledge

hauls at the anchor

placed in faulty hope.

Day after day, he loses.

Night after night, he weeps.

Despair overtakes him because

the boy’s hope is in himself.

Yet, light shines over the dark of the expanse,

and the sea is calmed.

Trough and peak draw closer momentarily.

The Son appears; hope comes.

A piece of the boy is hauled up,

removed from the shadowed trench

and set on the highest mountain.

One worry is removed; the anchor lightens.

The Son brings the boy to the man—

“This is My son whom I love;

his hope is now in Me.

Nurture him, and his gold

shall aid you in your fight.”

The Son takes the man by the hand—

“You are My brother;

What is Mine is yours.

Keep up your battle,

for I will be your calm.

My Spirit will be your help.”

~Nathaniel G. Evans