My Epic Journey

This year’s CHILL was designed to help our students become ONE with God and each other.  After our first night’s talk by Tony Pingitore, one our junior girls, Cailin Coane, penned this poem during a SOLO time:

Soul –shaper, heart-breaker,

How long before the dark pain ends?

You said you’d fix me, feed me, show me,

Now I’m waiting for your promise to send . . .

When will the healing begin?

Broken, bruised, and battle-weary,

I came to you to heal my soul

But wounds and scars were rediscovered,

Heartache, sorrow left uncovered

Blood and tears drained out fill up my bowl

When will you give me control?

My own hands broke my heart in pieces,

A scattered life worth less than jagged glass

I glued it together, torn and tattered,

Fragile, weak, ripped and shattered

And watched tears fall as it broke again

And so I offered it to you . . .

You tore me up! You smashed me down!

You ground the points into my suffering

But you take my shame and guilt, my story,

Into a mosaic worth your love and glory

And so now it’s my offering . . .

The artist’s hand knows better than

The work of art could ever know

And so now I take my shattered life

And I finally give you control.

Cailin Coane. February 13, 2010

Here is the poem I promised about rain.  I wanted to share it first with our students.

Rain

As I sit,

Eyes closed,

Mind engaged,

Anticipating,

I am . . . mesmerized . . .

hypnotized.

Rain is falling,

Smashing beautifully into a million pieces.

Shattering as it hits its target.

The ground—

As if covered with diamonds—

Glistens.

As I sit,

Eyes closed,

Mind engaged,

I am at awe with God.

He orchestrates,

He directs,

He ordains,

Every rain drop.

Its size, destination, purpose

All designed by God.

As I sit,

Eyes closed,

Mind engaged,

I am thankful.

I am more than a rain drop.