Day: June 5, 2015

Sometimes revelation comes in just 140 characters.

Tonight I had another Christian tell me on social media that he was okay with Josh Duggar fondling young girls “because he repented”, but has a big problem with Caitlyn Jenner, who he said was willingly sinning and being “sexually deviant.” The former he sees as a typically flawed believer restored and deserving of our forgiveness, the latter as an unrepentant, dangerous presence in the world who needs to be condemned and called out.

As we talked more, my virtual friend’s comments clarified the duplicity of his position: a child molester is excused because he’s said sorry to God (even though he and his family concealed the activity until recently exposed), however a transgender individual is clearly immoral by openly seeking to be the most authentic version of herself she believes is possible. One engages in criminal activity and still gets the benefit of the doubt, while the other operates completely within the law and is still vilified…

In her moments of peace
Eyes closed to the world
Immersed in the emptiness
Of a moment of solitude.
Cast in stone unmoving
She feels the sense
As the rain washes pieces away
Smoothing edges
A hundred years of being
She remains unchanged.
The solitude of stone
Keeping vigil upon
Those that come and go
Knowing she will see them another day
When they too shall join her
As the hymn is sung she waits
Patient in her mourning
Time never moves in this place
Seasons pass
Always the same
Unseeing eyes of concrete
Gather rain of tears
Washed away by the wind
Today, tomorrow or yesterday
The sun will rise
The moon will set
And she will sit
And be in the solitude
Of stone.

from: projectforgive.com

There are words

that I keep in reserve for you

thoughts stored away

in a compartment in my heart

intimate thoughts from my uncovered soul

nothing risqué

only open and honest thought

inspired by your open and honest heart

someday to be spoken

when all the walls have fallen

and there stands nothing between us

but empty space

~ photo credit: kara-a.deviantart.com

My husband and I were driving through a remote part of Colorado.  We had taken my Jeep Grand Cherokee Lorado, but he was driving.  There was a patch of mud that for some unknown reason called him to drive through.  I warned him it would get us stuck, because it was obviously clay.

Having grown up on a farm and having entered science fair projects about the area where I grew up’s dirt I was pretty familiar with the different types of soil in existence in the United States of America.  When it appears the same as the clay I grew up around, didn’t see any reason it couldn’t exist in the state of Colorado.  Sure enough he drove into the mud pit and got us stuck.  If you know anything about the ability to get mired in a clay pit, you know the normal ways of dislodging yourself from…

Trapped

Locked away

In a rancid cage

Cut off from the world

Since day one

Overwhelmed by fear. And doubt

Paranoid

Hungry. For life

Grasping. For breath

Dying. For light

Bloodied feet

Ribs transparent

Through skin

Bloodshot eyes

Brown teeth

Overgrown nails

Black eyes

Broken heart

Jagged fingers

Cage, at last. Opens

But

Its too late

“There’s no point to life”

“I walk out the cage”

“Just to be in another”

“Just bigger”

“But with more people”

“Less space”

“Smells worse”

“Wait…”

“These people…”

“They. Are dead”