A tear in her eye, runs down her cheek, he’s holding her tight, their love is unique, her happy and sad with joy and with pain, this man is her world, life never the same, a future of laughs a future of love, this new life of theirs a gift from above, but a tear of regret of wasted years a tear of new hope that now she is his
Month: May 2015
Walking holding hands
in love with all that’s rightÂ
ButterfliesÂ
ReflectionsÂ
Moments
Virtual Friend
I had a friend in a virtual way, we never met but talked each day, as time went by, truths where shared and as time went by I thought she cared, I saved her life one dark day, and she saved me in other ways, but life moved on and we drifted apart and my virtual friend just fades away and I’m happy now my life’s compete a chapter closed a book complete
The end of drought
The barren plane, desolate and empty, shades of brown and red, blue sky filling the world, big and never ending, reaching extending filling her view, the ground is dry, the wind hot and offering no comfort and the sun beats down on her neck.
Ahead there is shade, a big rock, like a sundial casting shadow as the hours tick on, relentless, the ground crunches as she walks, dust rising with each step.
The sun burning her skin, sweat evaporating leaving a dull ache as she moves, she needs the shade needs protection from the sun and from her life.
A lizard clings the the rock, darting in a spiral around claiming it’s territory, defiant of her presents, as she steps into the shade, at first there’s no respite, her eyes adjust and she sits, warm rock supporting her back, her legs leaving tracks as she starches them out. She drinks some water from her bottle, it’s warm and dusty tasting, she closes her eyes the effort of continuing almost to much, but she’s strong, she will not give in, will not be beaten, she will prevail, endure, he has beaten her, raped her, scared her, and tried to destroy her very soul, but her soul is not his, not even hers, it belongs to a greater power, a greater presents, pure love, pure joy, forgiving of sin and all enveloping, he will never own her soul, he can crush her body but her sprit will survive will endure, confident in the knowledge, that true power protects the core of her being.
With her eyes closed she says thanks, asks for guidance and asks for forgiveness of both her own sins and those of her abuser. And she’s at peace, content in the wonder and love.
She opens her eyes, and sees a green shoot, defiant, pushing from under the rock, reaching in hope toward the sky, and as she looks the desert dissolves, replaced by the bedroom sun reaching through the window signalling the start of a new day, the sounds of morning enveloping her and she’s content, in the knowledge that there is hope, and that God heard her prayer, and trusting in his love.
Dance All Night
They danced all night, laughed and talked, that perfect night, that should never end, and as the sun rises their almost home, alone in their need for togetherness, he holds her close and won’t let go, she’s all he ever needs, but as the sun rises above the dawn, their perfect night must end, until such times and together again the essence of a dream, for one day soon the magic returns and dancing happens again
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