Thorns and Throne

by: Lucy Lombos

March 7, 2016

A dream-come-true! Fresh off the Boeing, they say

Mixture of excitement and exhaustion, overwhelming

Spirit high, flesh was weak; writing here to square away

Mind, heart, body all seemed in thorns, silently crying.

Thrill no more but thorns were excruciating

It wasn’t just the body’s prolonged anguish

Burned out, worn out feet due to long standing

Unheard!... Principles sometimes languish.

Thorns everywhere, the heart brambly pierced

So much so that pain was oddly defined

Hurt, wounded, tormented, marred and pricked

In a foreign land, pain is as big as life, or I just whined.

Like a butterfly’s broken wings, unable to fly

Injured but soon finding hope against hope and soar

A harrowed picture with an inscrutable promise to try

To rise again, ere long there’ll be a throne I’ll adore.

Isn’t this akin to the paschal mystery? Oh, far from it!

Incomparable to the sufferings of the Saviour…

His passion, death and resurrection…not just a native wit.

From thorns to a glorious throne, I’ve found God’s favour!