A Poem from God’s Heart to the Invisible Woman

A constant blur of motion, one activity to the next you run.
Hands must not be idle, so you keep them busy.
You cook, you clean, you write, you wrangle.
You drive, you wash, you slave, you make.

But in the depths, you long for still.
As the pace slows and I make you to lay down,
you feel the burn and ache – the heart no longer numb from the rushing.
You look around and notice no one there.
You cry, you weep, you eat in the car alone.
You turn and look at invisible me, and grasp my hand and say,
“Thank you for being tethered to me.”

You, visible, feel unseen, but I, invisible, SEE.
You are unable to grasp these things working for your good
but sweet one, I SEE.

When you’ve fought your child one more time hanging on for dear life,
the stress and weight so heavy you spill them at my feet.
When you’ve said good-bye too many times to count,
When the answer is always no or not now and never hello.

When you think you’d rather let go of your marriage because the strength to fight is gone.
When he just doesn’t care and doesn’t fight for you any more.
When babies have endlessly slipped from between your legs and not one has been sustained,
When babies have come and gone, the years passed quickly between.
I have SEEN.

When you have dreamed many dreams and most are unfulfilled.
When innocence was taken before its time.
When you’ve hoped.
When you’ve cried.
When you’ve forgotten me by your side.
When the man you longed for never came.
or when your husband died too young and you were left all alone.
I have SEEN.

When you had babies perfectly fine but wondered if you could really do this motherhood thing.
When a single mother you’ve become unexpectedly
When you ache for the grown children to come near, and they never do.
When your children are always sick, and you cannot heal.

When you were hungry on the street
lost and confused wondering meandering wandering the path
When many nights you did not sleep
hand outreached and fear binding
When you struggle to do the very things most take for granted, and do them anyhow.
When you’ve wanted more than humanity could give.
I have SEEN.

Dear woman, I SEE.
For I am the King of Kings, and I have always SEEN:
yesterday, today, and tomorrow I SEE.
Because I am, I was, and I will always be.
Your every thing.
You are not forgotten.
You are not alone.
You are SEEN.

If this post spoke to you today, would you be ever so kind to share it with another sweet sister to let her know that she is seen. Thank you from the depths of my heart.

Shared with Faith Filled Fridays, Finding Joy, Ann, and Heather.