Well Being

How is my wellbeing? 

Am I a well being? 

Is there soundness deep down to my bones?  

What is rooted in me that I still haven’t known? 

Are there still things left rotting inside,  

any decay that I instinctively hide?  

Am I a well being? 

How deep is my soul? 

Can I hold living water till it overflows? 

Or am I a sieve, deceptively deep,  

but pockmarked with holes and fractures that seep?

Deep and wide, deep and wide, 

there’s a fountain flowing deep and wide, 

but naught am I, naught am I 

if I reject healing by His stripes.

May the fissures be closed, 

may what is broken be mended, 

to return this being to what was intended,

for all time diverted from a self-shaped hell 

by the only Being Who is, in all things, well.

Background:

Playing around with the word “well” was quite fun. I love words in English that have multiple meanings — there is so much room for experimenting! At the risk of being a broken record, I don’t know exactly when I wrote this in the last couple years, but it still rings true for my desire to be made more and more well. Jesus is asking us all the question He asked the crippled man at the pool of Bethesda: “Do you wish to be made well?” May we have the discernment to count both the cost and the reward of healing, as well as the courage to say “yes”.

Wishing you goodness without end,

Jess