Bad poetry seems to be the order of the week friends (sorry).
A continuing theme of the last few years has been realising life’s indeterminacy and navigating personal disappointments – both my own and those of friends’.
At the end of my year in London I had to write a reflective essay, in which I wrote –
“I think all change involves loss, and there have been times where my changing faith has felt like losing faith, especially where it has introduced a disconnect between my experience of faith and that of other people’s.”
What’s written below is an echoing of this from within the change of the past couple of months, and in the context of getting to know someone who has lost their own faith.
they didn’t tell me about the grey
the way
the black certain lines you paint as a child
drip and blur.
they didn’t tell me about the grey,
the way
the monochrome dulls as it turns to
overcast.
they didn’t tell me about how
the patterns of truth can be hard to
distinguish –
or the way grief will soften out colour and
fade out edges.
So I tell myself about the grey
the way
losing old reference points,
only means there is more than black and white,
and there is a world open to being coloured in.
thejoyofrachel 
With change comes loss. That is true. Something is lost. But, have we let a good go? Faith is in all that is good. That which is worth having faith in no matter what change may come. Different environments and fellowships come with their own characteristics which will unavoidably influence us. But is it enough to shake our faith. Now if it is faith in the New York Mets then that faith is not well placed for they will fail as much as they succeed. And so it is with those around us. To put faith in the fallible is not wise. This is why God delivered the Ten Commandments to Moses on stone tablets and not something that was easily degradable. He meant it to last for the ages because it was a manual to right living and the way to eternal joy. It was His word and therefore incontestable.
Never lose that faith. For when the ways of the world fade with each passing fancy, it is the wise person who places their faith in that which is written in stone.
-Alan
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This is a really good piece!
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