These two poems based on The Silver Chair, which I will share in two separate posts, are largely written out of my battle with anxiety. When I reread the book in early 2024, for the first time in years, I was astounded how much of it resonated with me. I suddenly understood Jill struggling to follow the signs, and I related to Rillian trying to get out from under the Witch’s enchantments (but more on that next week).
And so these poems came to life. It’s my hope and prayer that they can be an encouragement to someone.
I heard You clearly, I know Your voice. I saw You near me, I made my choice. There on the mountain, My head was clear. That blessed fountain Dispelled my fear. But now Your warning Resounds in me. I woke one morning And could not see. My mind is clouded By thicker air. The truth is shrouded By all my cares. Where is assurance Of what is right? I need endurance To win this fight. But in this battle, The sides are blurred. A constant prattle Is all that's heard. Enchantments mingle With what I know, And every single New day must show How I have faltered In hearing You. I've built an altar, But precious few Gifts have I offered-- I should have stayed. But now the scoffers Call me away. My mind against me-- What hope have I? Can I still be free? I wonder why You do not pierce all The lies at first. Perhaps if I call, Then all the worst Of fears will then cease, With patience, yea, I can still find peace-- I know the way. So here I am now, I'll still come back When I forget how You guide my track. Through this confusion, You are the same. In these intrusions, You know my frame. I've heard You clearly, I know Your voice. I've seen You near me, I've made my choice. At blessed fountain, My head was clear. As on that mountain, Dispel my fear.
I love this!! I also love the Silver Chair and I like how you are inspired by it.
Beautiful, beautiful poem I needed to see today