Golden Scars
An original work by Nathaniel G. Evans
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