Once again, I need to reiterate that this is not my journal, meaning I did not pick up smoking, if anyone happens to stumble across this blog entry. This poem is from a journal that recently and quite mysteriously showed up in my life.
“Every time I smoke I reflect.
The only reflection I see is you.
Mirrors show you what’s behind you,
And I guess I’m stuck in this looking glass.
I exhale with hope and exhale in the present.
Faith is a hell of a burden.
No guarantee, No proof, Just believe.
It’s a hard thing to have unless you can feel it.
Emotions are physical even when not physically present.
A Gift. A blessing and a curse.”
[Boy, this poem is more confusing than anything. Hell does not pertain to faith; Hell has all to do with fear — a twisted faith deriving from all things not of God. And faith does not have anything to with our power, our will, our feelings; they are a gift of grace by God Himself (when we submit our wills to His purpose), and everyone struggles with faith because we cannot manifest it for ourselves, within ourselves.
“Faith comes by hearing, and hearing by the Word of God.”
Again, “There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.”
We all have some growth to do. But it’s important not to confuse punishment (i.e. fear) with love (i.e. faith).]