Reflections

She Ran {a poem about the Proverbs 31 woman}

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Hey long time no see guys! 🐱

There is an element of mystery wrapped up within this post. Possibly unconsciously done…but definitly related to the fact that I have been binge watching Once Upon a Time.

Most assuredly in an effort to drag I mean gracefully carry myself through the month of January.

Anyone else? Any Oncers fans out there? Or anyone so glad that the weather isn’t so horrid? (If your weather is still horrid I’m sorry, spring will come.)

For those of us couped up with an assortment of pets and small children, last week was probably particularly rough for you. It was for me too.

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The weather was impossibly horrid and everyone was holed up inside, stepping on feet, getting on nerves…it was a mess. I was a mess.

I thought back to last September, when I faced an overwhelming situation of a different sort. I had just discovered I was expecting my 3rd child, and I felt 100% in over my head.

But instead of steeping in my difficult thoughts, I wrote them down. Writing poetry has always been a healing therapy for my ruffled feathers and emotions.

I wrote about how perfect I wanted to be, how perfect I was (at times) trying to be. How I dispised what was perfect, but craved it at the same time. I craved to see perfection within myself, which is impossible. Yet I think I needed to write these deep mullings down in order to let the truth begin to sink in.

Shortly thereafter, I began a study on the Proverbs 31 woman, described in Proverbs 31:10-31.

Who she was. Who she could be. Her possibilities and strengths and challenges.

Will I write more on the topic? That remains to be seen…in the meantime, I hope you enjoy these scribblings from last September.

 

She Ran

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How I do try

I sweat those tears

I work

to banish fears.

Beds get made

The workload fades

How I wish!

Memories are messes paid

I search and cannot see

Proverbs 31, bound and full

Inside of me

This brittle, broken woman

Full of holes, the one who ran

Ran from perfection,

Yet always pursued it, deepest inflection.

 

This poem is my own. All photos are from pixabay.

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2 thoughts on “She Ran {a poem about the Proverbs 31 woman}”

    1. I agree, the woman described does seem like she sets an impossible standard. I didn’t have a problem with the passage until after I got married and had kids (reality..haha). But in really studying I wonder if it was meant to be read more as a guide and inspiration, rather than the perfect woman who always seems to get it right.

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