Feeling Down

Daily I am reflecting

On my present circumstance,

Rehearsing the actual event

Of my recent happenstance.

Repeatedly I ask myself,

“But why did I not walk?”

“How I wish!” and “What if?”

Feature in my self-talk.

No, I am not mad

I am just feeling down

And not particularly interested

In being a clown.

Let me recount the details

Of my recent misfortune

Which I deem the real cause

For my present gloom.

While expecting Dorian

I attended a church service,

It was in the open air

Which I simply could not miss.

It was held at Kings Park

And all was going well,

But what was about to happen

I doubt anyone could tell.

We were one in our praise

As we celebrated in worship,

My tenor strains were perking

My voice was particularly fit.

It was such a blessed moment

Nothing could disrupt

But Satan had a plan

And his plan was to interrupt.

Sensing the Holy Spirit

I felt I would be called to pray

So I prepared myself

To take the trek that way.

My wife had felt the same

She sensed it would be me

So it came as no surprise

When so it turned out to be.

After some leisurely steps

I started off a running

Unaware at that time

Satan was out for me gunning.

I skated on the platform

Friction momentarily denied,

Gravity took over control

And my shoes assisted the slide.

At first, it appeared to be funny

But that was not for long,

Thrice I tried to get up

But simply fell back down.

My left foot was like jelly

It wouldn’t hold my weight

That is now the setback

In this unsuspecting fate.

Presently, I am feeling low

I would like to get around,

If only I had walked back then

I would not have fallen down.

Thrown across the platform

In my eagerness to pray

It is still baffling to me

Such could happen that way.

Now feeling down is not me

I am usually quite upbeat,

But now, often on my back

Feeling down is my treat.

Having longed for some rest

This is how it came,

Maybe I should accept my lot

And give thanks in Jesus’ name.

Easier said than done

Especially when one is down,

How I wish right now

I could freely move around!

The simple task of walking

Now is one of discomfort

But thank God for a family

That renders much support.

Many are the consolations

Yet, I am feeling down,

I guess it is our human nature

When upon us life frowns.

One of my pastimes is riding

From that I am now barred,

And I’d love to see my mother,

That too is quite hard.

I am also missing church

Where I often meet my friends,

These and more I must say

Are driving me round the bend.

I like to be up and around

With a little rest, of course,

But I am really feeling down

Since my rest has been enforced.

Feeling down is where I am

Feeling down is where I’m at,

Feeling down, right now, right here,

But of rest, I have no lack.

When I think of friends

Currently suffering more than I,

I feel a little ungrateful

But my feeling down I can’t deny.

Feeling like I am feeling?

Feeling down I mean,

It happens every now and again

But Jesus is on the scene.

Stewart Russell © September 2019