Rippled Sadness
thinking back
things that were done
words said
people lost in their head
–those welcomed
in that I-thee-wed
the same–
who caused the hole
in this back
–all that blood
it bled
all their lies
all the answers–
that answered the whys
be careful–
oh, so careful
the truth
aids in your die
–no longer wishing
to look in eyes
that once
you gave all your time
it's not those words said
in your mind–
making them dead
it's their actions–
what they did
–with an ax
hit you over the head
the same–
what their actions fed
it all makes you shy
way deep inside
to forgive them–
not even a try
it's a do–
something you must abide
but to set time aside
for their cry
would be matters for God†
mercy given–
by His† sigh
Note: The photograph that accompany’s this work was taken September 27…Love from Heaven, where God and Jesus and David send a lot of love to me as I was battling this transition of opening up fully to being God’s messenger. The symbols are amazing and I haven’t yet had anyone who can duplicate these and/or disprove that they are indeed from God. They remain as always a mystery! For God is a mystery and anything from Him, the human brain has a hard time understanding. Here’s a note to your human brain: These are from God!
(February 25)—I have been dwelling on my life lately, just a little bit. This morning I woke up early and laid there in bed with this odd emotion and thinking of my family. Specifically my sisters. It’s been three months since I discovered their sin and I’m still in awe of it. I laid there thinking of that. When I finally picked up my phone because I couldn’t go back to sleep, it was 5:33 a.m. I knew God had something for me to say.
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