Terror in the night
terror in the storm
terror, everywhere, terror:
God my help, come and find me
for I know not where I am
© Meisaan Chan
Terror in the night
Posted in Poetry, Scripture riff, Spiritual poetry, writing
Tagged fear, storm, night, rescue, help, terror, help me, salvation
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The enemy prayer
They may see me as their enemy
but may they not be enemies in my heart,
for there are only so many chances to love in this lifetime
only so many chances to be transformed
© Meisaan Chan
Posted in Spiritual poetry, Poetry, Scripture riff, Recovery and healing, writing
Tagged compassion, healing, freedom, chains, friend, unity, bondage, enemy
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The perpetual lift
Sometimes you protect me from the stupid things I do
and other times you expose me, hoping that I learn;
both ways are pure compassion, for even when I fall
there I am, on the ground and wiser
there you are, the perpetual lift
© Meisaan Chan
Posted in Addiction, Food addiction, Poetry, PTSD, Recovery and healing, Scripture riff, Spiritual poetry, writing
Tagged compassion, fall, humility, lesson, lift, love, protection, wisdom
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One pathway there
Testing leads to trust
trust leads to following
following leads to submission
submission leads to a million glowing stars
© Meisaan Chan
Posted in Addiction, Food addiction, Poetry, PTSD, Scripture riff, Spiritual poetry, writing
Tagged adventure, ecstasy, following, journey, path, submission, testing, trust, union
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Opening door, glowing light
Opening door, glowing light
joy and sorrow enmeshed
as I leave the old behind
© Meisaan Chan
Posted in Poetry, Recovery and healing, Spiritual poetry, writing
Tagged adventure, darkness, door, journey, light, loss, transitions
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Tending hope
Tenderly I wash the wound
and know that wholeness will come
© Meisaan Chan
Posted in Poetry, Recovery and healing, Scripture riff, Spiritual poetry, writing
Tagged faith, healing, nourishment, tending, trust, wash, wholeness, wound
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That feeling that something is missing
If something is missing, come first to me, God says
and I will fill every hole;
or you can come last to me
and I will still fill every hole,
but there will be many more of them
© Meisaan Chan
Posted in Addiction, Food addiction, God speaks poetry, Poetry, PTSD, Recovery and healing, Spiritual poetry, writing
Tagged food, hole, hunger, incompleteness, missing, nourishment, trust
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