Deeply Rooted

 Connected A word that can be counterfeited A counterfeit of the phone, the television show, the movie.  A counterfeit of gossip where we feel connected when we join others in bringing words of brokenness rather than life.  A counterfeit of being in a group, but not feeling like I belong.  A person to call A person to text A person's page to look through All while with me in the presence of you I try desperately to get one's attention to see them buried in that same counterfeit connection I remember the days we entered each other's worlds Rather than the virtual world We have a counterfeit connection now And I miss you I miss you not because you aren't physically here You are physically here I miss you because although we are in the same room, I can't get connected no matter how hard I try.  I fear rejection constantly.  I fear that we are losing time together.  Maybe I miss God too, not because he won't connect with me; rather, I struggle to connect w...

Poetic Statement      This poem was written for a group project I have been working on for my Foundations of Counseling class in seminary. I sense this wrestling in myself that relates to the truth established in the passage of Psalm 139 that God knows us. I have thought the thought "nobody knows what this is like" and often counter that with "God does". There is this wrestling to be known, to be seen, and to know others.