JOY in THIS circumstance?

I don't know if any of you have ever poured yourself into a situation, aiming to be a blessing, only to have your intentions misunderstood ending in you being rejected.  Boy is that ever the story of my life.  

  I never really expected to find a poem about this, let alone one calling it a joy, but here it is.  Maybe someone will be blessed by it.

  

  I can honestly say that it doesn't feel like a joy.  NOPE.  I'm glad that Robert and I are watching THE CHOSEN right now so we see how God shapes us through times like this.  I hope he takes advantage of shaping me through this as it sure doesn't feel like joy.

  
  Dawn

PS  I just thought of this song.  It's the very first Booth Brothers song I ever heard and it seems appropriate today.

  

         THE JOYS OF BEING MISUNDERSTOOD

Being misunderstood is the epitome of my life, such strife!
It has caused. Oh my god! Good grief! I repeat and appear odd.
Good intentions misconstrued. I feel rude, call me a
scrooge, there’s no reason why I have this ‘tude!

For lack of understanding, I must plan—the
End and beginning. To be winning one must lose.
Do you choose, or shall I.  My, my, I wish we all can make it.

The joys of showing kindness—such blindness to harmful
others. Oh brother! Do you see what I am missing? Persistence
to aid and nurture. It’s a torture!

Elation-filled dreams without screams or cries!
Could I. Could I really have?! Do the math, it won’t
happen. One must go through pain to learn a lesson.

A Blessing or a Curse? I rehearse these words through
and through. Is it my fault my ideas and executions
are misconstrued? My, my, is it I
that is the cause of my own destruction? My head’s rushing.

A Blessing or a Curse? I rehearse these words through
and through. It must be true. It’s my fault my ideas and executions
are misconstrued. My, my, it is I that is the
cause of my own destruction. Listen close to instructions to relieve this mind concussion.

Being misunderstood is something good and will bring great
Joy! Oh boy! Be prepared, not scared, just aware
of the eyes.
A window to the soul, fall in, and it begins all over again.

So wait, should I stare?! There’s a glare
in my glasses. Reactions are destined to happen,
find joy.

© Mar 2015, Diamond Alexus Paulk   personal • conflict • life • life1   

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