This poem was inspired from a song I heard recently from Jordan Feliz called, “Never Too Far Gone.” For me, God reminded me that no matter how far I stray at any time, when I confess and repent to Him all my sin and shame, I’m “never too far gone” as He will always welcome me back, forgiven, cleansed, at any cost. God is “the missing piece” and the key that unlocks the Spirit within me where His love, grace, and goodness reside.
NEVER TOO FAR GONE - Jordan Feliz
The vastness of the sky and the ocean reminds me of the "hidden chamber" within, suggesting the boundless depths of the human spirit. The lone figure walking along the shore symbolizes our individual journey of self-discovery, much like the poem emphasizes when each of us go searching for answers within. The sunset suggests hope and new beginnings, reflecting the poem's message of finding wholeness and freedom from guilt and shame. I hope this poem invites you to contemplate your own inner journey and the search for “the missing piece" within.
A hollow echo, a yearning space,
A chamber locked, a missing key.
The world calls loud, a bustling race,
But shadows dance inside of me.
I search in vain, on life's rough shore,
For fleeting joys, for fleeting gain.
The void remains, a haunting sore,
A constant, aching, empty pain.
"I've loved you always," whispers near,
"Your hurting heart, I hold it dear.
Though guilt may hide, and shame may bind,
My love will seek, My love will find."
With trembling hands, the lock gives way,
Light floods the room, where shadows lay.
Peace fills the space, love's fire burns,
Faith whispers soft, my spirit learns.
The missing piece, no longer lost,
Forgiven, cleansed, at any cost.
The chamber's door, now open wide,
Love, grace, and wholeness dwell inside.
Beautiful reflection Anne. It brought to mind my favorite parable of forgiveness, mercy and redemption... the Prodigal Son. The son's sins were many and far from trivial. Yet even with a much less than perfect act of contrition, the all loving Father ran out to meet his wayward son while he was still far off. The night my Dad died I dreamed of the Father running out to meet my Dad and welcomed him into His eternal home. Thanks be to God.
So beautiful Anne. Lovely reflection.