Trouble Forms Us.


Trouble Forms Us


Something’s formed in trouble,

Something found no other place.

Realizations, revelations,

Change comes outside the easy space.


Comforts, safety, security are often sought,

Too often for our own good.

The good of trouble is seldom understood.


We lose ourselves in our comforts,

Finding mostly idols there.

We are numbed by our comforts.

Trouble strips us bare,

Leaving  us aware.


Trouble comes to clean our hearts,

Revealing what is truly there.

Something’s formed in our trouble.


Truths revealed in our struggles,

Reality’s laid bare.

Trouble clears the air,

We find our true selves there.








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