So, not totally fitting as a first post, but a poem has surfaced from the depths of a friendship with my beloved sister. We have written this piece metaphorically. Allow your imagination to flourish and interpret as you will!
"Fear unraveling peace."
Hello. That’s what he says to me as I walk on by.
A mysterious tone of his voice – a shade of grey on this day.
Down my head proceeds and I feel uncomfortable.
His eyes follow me inexcusably with lustful intent
Nothing holy can come from this.
Abundant strength is prayed for
A quick escape is hoped for
As my feet carry me farther, farther
I trip on despair and confusion.
I’ve lost my way, my path, my sight.
All I hear are his footsteps, thunder on a calm night.
Piercing screeches escape my mouth; the lightning following the thunder
The distance between us decreases
I plea for mercy
He fails to respond with grace and pounces
But I get away… our distance becoming immeasurable once more.
Light is hard to run in… it is too bright.
No iridescent colors to satisfy, no dark to depress.
Just light. A dark pathway is what I long for, to hide.
Scatters of hope cover the ground
A pile of leaves….
A leap of faith
Will he see me?...
My obvious question is answered, for I am truly surrounded by light.
And come he does, bounding. Chasing.
My heart is trying to fight its way out of my chest
Pounding its fists full of terror; trying to escape from a coming horror story.
It doesn’t want to endure what I am about to.
Ding a ling a ling
Epiphany…
My phone!!!!!
Thank ya Jesus.
It’s stripped away and I am left bare with no shield of hope to protect me
My last weapon; the sword of truth
My bible!
Before he succeeds in his chase, a quick move I produce.
He conceives a God-smack to the face…
And I have won.
His blood- all over His word; my protection.
But nothing but a paper cut, I have gifted unto him.
My speech slurred with shock.
A quivering prayer escapes my lips
I sighed in relief
His eyes glare with hatred
Fear ensnares my spirits
Speed is a necessity to remain alive
So I turn and run with all I have.
God, give me strength.
Your word is powerful,
But it cannot damage one’s body as a knife can.
Or a gun.
Your pick, a choice he grants me, as I am backed into a corner.
But I do not want to choose, for this is not my decision.
God have your will
I lack confidence, boldness, strength, quick mindedness
I surrender open mindedly to the Lord. Have your way.
And something I thought weak, flashes in front of my eyes with a bang.
Gasps, gushes, game over.
Surrendered I stood.
My eyes close in a flash of lightning
My body in my blood.
My mind gruesomely silenced.
My pounding heart stopped, its little fists fighting for escape no match to the gun.
It did not escape.
Like an icicle I’m frozen
The scene revived from a cold storm
The beating ceases
My spirit remains
My existence is no more
Although my life has been beaten, my eyelids will is to gradually open
Blinking so softly and hardly without opening my eyes at all,
Until their strength has miraculously returned and they open freely.
This isn’t a world I’ve known.
As amber waves of light seep into my vision,
My ears gratefully receive the poetic words of another language from the lips of those in white.
Resounding truth, pureness encompasses the self
I am not stranded
I am not lost
I am discovered
I am founded in His mighty presence
I am not running from anymore.
But now in opposition, I am running towards.
And he welcomes me, graciously expanding his arms.
In the warm light, comfort is unraveled within the embrace.
And eternity is discovered in his abiding love.
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