In the suffering
You are healing
Even if I don’t see it
You are in the thick of it
Like the Potter molding clay
You take hold of me each day
Pouring
Shaping
Churning
Turning
You are in the dirt with me
In the middle of the sea
I am crying
Begging for change
You are waiting
Beckoning for a purge
Surrender never felt this real
Giving you control and the wheel
You meet me in my mess
My doubt my pain my stress
In this suffering
You are healing
Even when I don’t see it
You are always in the thick of it
You never look away
You have never looked away
By Adine Pietersen
Amen!