Love is the strings I hear that held You bound to the Cross Falling down a cliff, but like Mary, I hung on Your every Word Lost, seeking to find my path through life I dive in, struggling through the battles I strive. Do I have the strength to carry me through? Or the nerve to testify that You’re good? Falling, I held on
Blood is the flood that washed me from every stains of death Blinded with tears, I used grace to wipe my eyes of earth Discovery! The blood didn’t stain, it made free of pain How do I explain the great worth of death and its gain? Does this sound wise or it’s just in my own eyes? That grace bought what was redeemed from the many lies Falling to my knees, I stayed
Hung up on the cross and down to the grave Purpose You made, was to make me no slave Freed! The Word is indeed real and complete Let me be! In Him, I’m beyond defeat Spoken, full of light and power to deliver A token, on which to trust as I believe “Fallen”, the Word was my stay.
Rushing to my lips were a variety of ‘amazing’ responses, Suited for the cacophony of ‘shades’ shot at my defenses. Begging to be released, so they wash the other As if by this singular act, restore order. Yet, the barricade upon my lips held it grounds, Causing my insides to bear these painful rounds. Taking pride and finding love in sweet words; These, sliced deep and hurt like battle-field swords. Silence ruled and reigned in my world of many voices, As different options in my mind held its vices.
Toying with the script I plan to play, with no one for audience, I created scenes and crops for that day of rewarding offence. Silently, I weighed, analyzed and found guilty each word Silently, the Word taunted me to give up my right to God Silently, with pain gnawing at my core I pushed past each unmemorable bore Suggestions of peace came a knocking Revenge said, “you gat to be joking!” I had my chances to let it all out and think later I said no, because a peace trophy is always better.
Silence is a precious gift… I’m glad I used for this rift.
On the wings of the wind take flight The one I love, together ride Taking in scenes with so much pride All that gives me pure delight Saved me from unknown midnight blight Moving made easy, love’s busy! “Keep still or you’ll get too dizzy” You show off and make memories… adding glow to our lives’ stories A complete ride, nothing risky!
You’ve moved on like ‘centuries’ ago making moments lose its’ glow… Yet, I still see and reminisce your moves and several instances where your words lighted and remained your deeds impacted and sustained, leaving behind reminders that reek of you!
There should be a point I let go and allow the currents to flow taking with it bits and pieces past so the new will find ground to breed fast, creating new experiences with a tinge of old? Nah! I’d rather grow learning, than put my life on a hold. Leaving behind reminders that reek of you!
It is what it is, Be silent in there please! It is what it is You’ve lost your ability to tease It is what it is With the past, I’ve made my peace.
One quiet Saturday evening a meeting convened In attendance were my Future and Present being The Past wouldn’t be put aside, came along Thinking with other two, is where I belong! Not wanting to be delayed, Future asked… “Where will you be years from now in certain tasks?” With patterns and paths I follow, with strategies and plans so shallow… “Not far, I fear”, I reckoned “Come, let’s talk”, she beckoned.
It’s not about another’s pace Everyone runs their own race Neither is it about undirected haste You’d go far if in His sufficient grace. Past listened and nodded with concerned gaze. “There’s no part for me to play in this place, off I go to remain quiet in history Till the day comes for her to tell our story”. I had a meeting with Future… I rose, ready for adventure!
How do I resist the word, stay? Turn back on a call to remain, I weighed it, there seems to be gain But will it suffice my day’s pay? Surely, there’s more to life, today Digging, I searched beyond the seen Moved fast across places I’ve been! It’s not just the word, but desire That keeps me burning this fire! …and fruits of obedience glean
As if he senses my weariness in maintaining my routine, Ronovan says STAY, that’s the topic for this week’s Decima Challenge
I wish I could step on you and float through to the center Release my bunch to meet my lost brother I hope he’d rise above the splash into blue skies, And join me to play till its bedtime or moon rise.
Would you be able to carry two? Though by the look of things, he won’t dare you! It seems, Caesar won’t let my wishes come true this time. I wish I could rewind time to the day before the crime.
The waves beckon, but remembrance cautions, Away from the solid sides you go dear phantom, Away, you go!
*I was missing out on our 100 word story and I found Sonya! Yayy!