I know this is a poem and might fit under the creative corner, but it is a spiritual poem so I thought it was better here. I wrote it when thinking about the trauma of depression and how I sometimes lash out and struggle instead of letting God hold me.

Love Beyond Understanding
I am two, kicking against the pricks,
Beating my small fists against God’s chest.
Soothing me when I am wrought,
He enfolds me in his gentle arms.
When I see the wounds I’ve placed there, I weep.
He wears them as tender badges of His love for me.
I weep for the blood I’ve caused to be shed.
He enfolds me in his gentle arms,
Willing to bear what I cannot,
While I press my palms against my chest
And fight my natural failings.