For Dusty (Part 2)
Can the earth lick up our off springs and then take them places which we can not reach and expect us to be quiet?
Can magistrates delegate how much we should pay for our lack of innocence? They demand proof! Yet we, we stand without.
So where is yours?
No matter who creeps in at night, through doors unseen, or through dark secluded parks, or in places where even the most pungent chlorine had no ability to wash out…
They stole it…I say!
Pay! They say.
Who cares for closed doors? Who cares for sleepless nights, or cars abandoned, or ladies left on the side of the road, or children left behind, or wives, or mothers, or destitute men, or earnest desires for work, or for this disabled, the unloved, the broken in heart…
God does…
He will never leave you nor forsake you…
That’s all the world ever needs
I testify, I have never seen the righteous, or not so, forsaken, nor His seed begging for bread.
February 28th, 2007 at 6:56 pm
Interesting stuff, Tamar.
How are the nightmares?
February 28th, 2007 at 8:58 pm
Well, I didn’t have one last night, thank the Lord. Now I understand that there are people in this world who can’t sleep or feel threatened. Maybe it was the Lord’s way of allowing me to relate. Thanks for your prayers.
…oh and just a note about your post,
I used to present myself as a pillar to everyone, when actually I was falling apart inside. Then in the few times when I would unravel I felt rejected or unheard. I believe people perpetuate roles. If I take on the role of support, naturally people will try to restore me to who they perceive me to be.
First I had to re-present myself to the world. I am a normal, imperfect, and sometimes sad person. When I forced that to be known about me my relationships shifted into friendships. I give and receive support. It’s a healthy balance.
I see you’re there, and moving there, Continue to balance and enjoy the process. Let me tell you not everyone will be able to handle the “time out” you. But some would appreciated the opportunity to reciprocate.