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7/31/2014

Pressed

Suppressed

Repressed

Oppressed

Depressed

Definitely pressed

Pushed down

Compelled to nothingness

My voice was silenced

My power was stolen

My hope hidden

Until Love

Edified

Enlightened

Pulled me up and out

Led me to freedom

Restored

Healed

Gave me back my hope

Taught me to speak

Filled me with power

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My Secret Drawer

7/31/2014

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My Secret Drawer

I held the shattered pieces of my broken heart in my torn and bleeding hands. I had tried to glue them but the sharp fragments pierced my skin over and over. The jagged shards seemed too many to put together.
I threw them in the hidden drawer of broken things to fix some other time when I could better handle the tiny remnants. It was insurmountable to me and I decided to put it out of my mind for the time.

That was when I realized that the Master Artisan was there with me. He smiled His kind smile and I felt the Love in Him as He hugged me. His smile was gentle and kind but to my shame, my horror He headed straight to the secret drawer stuffed with brokenness. I was frozen in fear and my mind screamed "No!"
He looked at the contents of that drawer and in that still quiet voice, He said "This is not your heart Dear Child. I've held that for safekeeping right here in My hands.”

Sure enough He opened His Beautiful Craftsman hands and there was my heart safe inside. I was confused though, I didn't understand what the mess in the drawer could be.

"This is your pain," He said, "and you don't need to hold on to it anymore."

I was reluctant to hand to over. It was ugly, disgusting and covered with dirt, grime, and blood. 'What if the splinters cut you?" I asked. I was crying now unable to come up with any reason other than my fear not to let go of the ever growing contents of the drawer.

The Creator showed me His hands once again. I noticed then the wounds, that went all the way through them, and that somehow made them even more beautiful.
So I picked up each cutting piece and every sharp fragment and my tears fell on the monstrosity as I handed it over to The Master.

He took it all from me and worked it with those rough workman’s hands. Then He gave it back to me. I was astonished, never before had I ever seen anything like it. It was crystal and shining and beautiful. When I peered it into it the reflection looking back at me was the Glorious Countenance of the King.

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Eulogy for a little girl

7/31/2014

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I mourn that little girl's life

She was only three.

although most people didn't notice

she slipped into a coma

it was a coma so deep

even she thought she was dead

Occasionally, something would almost revive her

But someone would push her back into her deep darkness

But Love finally revived her

she slowly came back to life

I grieve for that lost childhood

For the child she may have been

For the woman she could have been

for the children she never bore

I mourn all that was stolen from me

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Faith

7/31/2014

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Faith

I am not aware of lack of sight

Trusting I tread quietly this path

The sound of your voice so right

I fear no pit, no rock or chasm

Your tender hand leads me

The destination lies ahead

I don’t know the road

But I know the Author

I believe every word you said

Assurance makes me bold

I walk close by your side

If I am blind this fact eludes me

Your vision suits me

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