On an empty tennis court
The same balls I kept returning to you.
I didn't realize I kept picking them up
And hitting them back to you.
Me being me – kind to a fault.
Yet my fear that this “game”
was even being played
Had now become a reality.
I don't want to play.
Because this game
This game touched a deep place.
One that I thought had healed
and had been restored.
Which made it all the more frustrating.
My cry of exasperation was answered
By Holy Spirit’s whisper,
“Stop playing the game.”
I couldn’t fathom,
How to make it any more apparent -
That I was not interested in the game.
Gradually, I stopped picking up the balls
Stopped returning them.
I simply stood there...not playing
Thinking it would be enough.
But the balls just kept falling at my feet.
It felt rude to just stand there
But I had heard the voice of Wisdom
And over time,
I discovered how to stay off the court completely.