#writterscreedchallenge

Sun on the sky hiding behind the clouds

Waves in the ocean ,kisses the sand on the shore

I thought I've clear up my thoughts

On that day you killed me.

Murdered my soul in that deep betrayal.

He said you had sex, and all you could say is that you only slept in the same bed, after he kissed you...

That day was death to who I was.

A lot of softness and hope died that day, but also it was my catalyst, the implosion of all I was and had built.

Oh that I could have tossed out rings into Mordor, but there was no need. That bond clearly wasn't that powerful.

Because of your betrayal

This death to my soul

New life began.

I am not the same kind and gentle man I was,

And I thank you for it, scars and all, because I am greater than I ever was with you.

For when the thoughts begin

To swirl in my head

And they leak onto the page.

You’re there.

Sat in your rocking chair,

By the fire

Methodically scanning the newspaper,

Your gasses balanced on the bridge of your nose.

As your eyes avert

and you glance up at me.

A soft smile lights up your face and is rooted in your eyes

A cluster of sapphires

Bouncing their light of joy across the room.

But as I put down my pen.

You fade.

I try to keep you there forever.

But you go again.

The chair is empty.

The glasses are resting on the mantle.

The fires gone out.

The newspapers folded.

And the glittering blue of your eyes

fades to black.

For I write to reach you,

It’s the only thing I have left of you.

And for the few moments I do

when the house sleeps around me

I tune out the television

bragging it back to white noise

while I search books written about hearing your voice.

studies that listen scripture after scripture

of moments when others heard you.

the common factor each carried,

verse by verse it’s explored

teased apart to link each like attribute

these great witness shared.

obedience to the call,

strategically choosing,

placing themselves in positions to listen

in their common successes

they share common failures

and the share the greater Grace of God.

in the quiet of the night

I find stories of great love

and my peaceful surrender

choosing and positioning my heart

to obedience, faith and stillness.

3/7/19

Searching and searching

Through the highs and lows of worldly demands.

Seeking an Identify of Truth

While desires of my past

Strangle me

Stealing my focus, creeping in, taking me.

Still searching and seeking

Activity and purposely

Trying to stand focused.

Brought to my knees

Over come with tears of shame

As I beg for forgiveness,

When I fall to tangled worldliness

Bound in fleshly desires of wants.

Such pain and desperate guilt

Relieve my insecurities

While pushing me back into focus.

Such conviction speaks

In my moments of weakness.

Demanding commitment

While denying myself.

Opening to simply surrender

Saying “no” to life's options