Every Day I Try So Hard
What is it that life can be so difficult; to live, to understand and be in?
What is it that living can be so rocky; to journey, to traverse, to travel?
Would you cross the desert without the hope of water the other side?
Would you traverse the mountains without the hope of reaching the other side?
I don't know that it is life, or living that is rocky or difficult,
maybe it is only part of what we each must journey through in living our life.
And hope? Our individual hope perhaps
is to seek what is beyond, further on, in our journey.
Our hope is in the lessening of the struggle, of the despair,
of the sapping of energy, of will, of comfort, rest and hope.
Perhaps when hope is low, is depressed in our spirit, is crushed out of our self,
then is the moment to be held and to be supported?
In this place accepting help, accepting that there is a hand to hold you,
To give strength, And meaning, and purpose, and faith in self and in life.
Yet to reach out is itself so difficult from this place;
To take, or let, that hand hold you is too much. What then?
Then trust, a belief, of a possibility
Made more possible in that hand held out,
Not removed, not going away
I need you to notice, to see me here,
Ready,
Waiting, willing, to step in, and step with you.
Ready,
To journey with you through the desolation despair and depression.
I would breath for you, I would live life for you;
And I must not do this for you
I would capture the moon for you; I would walk on oceans for you;
And these I am not able to do for you
Your worth is greater than the moon and deeper than the oceans.
I would hold on to you, I would not let go of you, I would be here for you
These I can do for you, and will do for you.
David Forrest Lichfield October 2007