Day: November 22, 2014

Most merciful

and grace-filled Creator of all things,

Master of all that is and shall be;

I bring a burden too great for me,

one that I alone cannot unload,

or repackage

into smaller loads

that I can handle.

It consists of

all the lost souls of this world.

Even though I can do all things

through your beloved son,

my Lord, Jesus Christ,

when I invoke

the authority of His name,

I am powerless to act

to change the minds

of those unbending people

that reject You,

Him,

and the glorious plan of salvation,

with unbelief.

You hold the answer to every question,

you have the solution for every problem,

you have the power to bring things to pass,

and change a person’s heart

that is willing to hear you,

believe you,

and receive what you freely give.

Of all creatures,

it seems that humans only,

are empowered

with…

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Picking Up the Pieces

 
I cleaned up the mess…
Again…
This one being bloodier
Than the last…
I’m growing weary of
Picking up the pieces
From all the lives you’ve shattered,
With what is seemingly
No conscience whatsoever…
I’ve asked you for nothing…
And that is exactly what I have
Received from you…
Not even a mere thank you
Or a kind word,
As if all that I have done for you
Has been expected of me…

You act as if it is my fault that
I am unable to clean out your closet…
The one where you keep all the bones…
Your skeletons are beginning to talk…
They’re telling epic stories of your
Misinterpretations of reality…
Even these darkened and stained walls
Are echoing the screams…
Yet you continue to leave your
Severed bodies scattered
In every room of which you wander…

Today has been…. Well… unpleasant.  Tonight’s poem is appropriate for the occasion.

Dark Secrets
 
My mind is occupied with pain
It’s nobody’s fault but my own
Sometimes we keep dark secrets there
We deal with all alone
 
Of course it’s bad for circumstance
To hide our inner heart
Often when we hide despair
It keeps us far apart
 
But what if I disclosed my hurt
Imbrued upon another
Then they’d be burdened within my pain
And both of us could smother
 
I guess some things you keep inside
Withdrawn from helping hands
Ladened with encumbered soul
Like the hour glass sifting sand
 
Often it will take its toll
Absorbing all that matters
While darkness clouds the rhymes of life
Leaves broken hearts in tatters
 
Of course you never really know
A person’s soul to bear
Cause every soul with consciousness
Will hide dark secrets…

Yet… You Stay…

So you come to me with your black eye
Your nose bleeding profusely
Scratches on your face
On your arm…
On your back…
Tears pouring down your face
Not in droplets… but in streams
Telling me how horrible he treats you…
Yet… you stay…

Last week when you knocked on my door
Your ear had been nearly torn off…
You cried for an hour while you explained
To me how it was your own fault…
That you shouldn’t have asked why…
Why he didn’t come home until 2a.m.
Because questioning his whereabouts
Was one of his triggers…
I could show you the trigger he needs…
But then, you’d hate me instead
Everyone has warned you so many times
Yet… you stay

Remember back in April
When you called from the emergency room
Because he choked you till you passed out
And left finger print bruises all around…