The world has become unbearable to me. The more I try to center myself and tap into inner peace, the more junk it throws at me. I love the trash-to-treasure idea but what do you do with random acts of violence with absolutely no motive or reasoning. It’s hard to erase those images from your psyche.
My husband lovingly calls me the ‘enlightened one’ – what with my 24/7 obsession with making everything right with the world and my irresistible need to give advice to everyone about everything. But I was beginning to think he is mistaken. I’m barely keeping my head above the water. But it’s not like I’m going through the worst time of my life. Those years are way behind me. So then it got me thinking about those years when I felt all alone and a slave to my never-ending problems. Where was God, where were the signs, where were His/Her people?
This is what I sensed from deep within. Even in your moments of deep despair, I was there whispering words of reassurance. You heard the words but didn’t know it was me. And then this song just popped into my head – ‘In the Arms of the Angel’ from the soundtrack of the movie “City of Angels”. I used to hear that song over and over when I was in Pondicherry, hating the course I was doing and wanting to quit. It was a very tough phase, with lots of tears and regret and doubts about whether I was doing the right thing. Back then it was just a song to me and it did not occur to me that I was being guided.
Through several hits and misses I see how I was protected and saved from situations that would have taken me down the road to damnation. When I had to deal with heartache I stumbled upon a kind saint and his compassionate words to help me through it.
Which brings me to the poem I want to share with you. I want you to know that whatever it is that you are going through you are not alone. Not even physically alone because me and several others are with you down that path. Struggling with the ugliness of the world before it disappears for good. All that we need to do is have faith that we will be swept away on the wings of angels and can live without a care.
Footprints in the Sand
One night I had a dream. I dreamed I was walking along the beach with God and across the sky flashed scenes from my life. For each scene I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand, one belonged to me and the other belonged to God.
When the last scene of my life flashed before us I looked back at the footprints in the sand. I noticed that at certain times along the path of life there was only one set of footprints.
I also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times of my life. This really bothered me and I questioned God about it.
“God, you said that once I decided to follow You, You would walk with me all the way but I noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life there is only one set of footprints in the sand. I don’t understand why in times I needed You most You would leave me.”
God replied,”My precious, precious child, I love you and would never leave you during your times of trials and suffering. When you see only one set of footprints in the sand it was then that I was carrying you.”
9 thoughts on “You are Not Alone”
Wow …nice poem….really liked it.
Thanks Rao. I didn’t write it…
Thanks for helping me reconnect with the poem; the poet’s name was missed in my last reading. Good idea to give the name at the end of the poem. Most people don’t
You have a big heart. I can relate to some of what you’ve said. I memorized “Foot Prints” for something a long ago and it does help to to come back to it during times of turmoil & exhaustion. Hang tight & God Bless.
Thank you Jennifer…you seem to be a sensitive soul yourself…love and light to you.
What a very lovely post. This is one of my favorite poems ever. I will half to think about creating art for this one. 🙂 Susan Cooper (from BHB/LinkedIn)
Susan, thank you. I would love to add an image of your artwork to this post!
remember Damu, that poem used to hang on a poster in school…..an all time favourite and the ultimate, true comfort.
I don’t remember Janani…which grade were we in?