Nothing's 'No More' you can't make another feel when lost is the deal a heart you can't steal when it refuses to heal you can't live in a memory ‒be in constant harmony without bringing calamity to yourself locked in your own history ...and...you can't just let it all go expect to just flow expect it all to turn to gold ‒have bank accounts full of do' you have to break the seal what you managed to conceal you have to relive its mystery unlock its misery take every memory…choke 'til your mind-set goes broke you have to feel every hurtful chill you have to pull it all out hand it its final bill sing it write it build from it whatever it takes rebuild from its hold with a self so bold ‒that no more lies corrode instead you're ready to share lay your heart bare be the gold that pulls someone else from the cold
Notes: The photograph is from November 11, 2019: The Avenging Angel. A powerful moment. The arrow moved down pointing to the V, the face is to the right. Simple. Yet powerful.
§Lament Over Jerusalem—‘O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, but you were not willing. Look, your house is left to you desolate. For I tell you, you will not see Me again until you say, ‘Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord’ [Psalm 118:26].―Matthew 23:37-39
(February 10, 2022)—I wrote ‘Nothing’s ‘No More” November 10, 2021. I received another writing from Jesus this morning and I feel perplexed in a strange sort of way. But it isn’t for me to question. I hear. I write. I give. But before I give, I have to clear my mind, so I continued editing this morning and ‘Nothing’s ‘No More’ was put before me.
I read my Facebook wall often. It’s distracting from what I need to do, but it’s also comforting oddly. We battle. We battle with weight. We battle with abuse and all its after-affects. We battle with not feeling loved enough. We are designed to be fighters.
Healing. This has been my subject, topic, from the beginning of all my writing. And it’s no longer a wonder for me, for I know from whom it comes from. This demand to heal. And you totally can’t become whom God wants you to become if you refuse to heal. That’s the bottom line.Continue reading “‘Nothing’s ‘No More””