Thursday, August 3, 2017
Wednesday, August 2, 2017
Tuesday, August 1, 2017
I was at the forge when I thought of her and saw her.
I compared her to me, and saw that she was far more untied and free.
I saw she had been preparing for something-- unusually strong in her weakness now.
I saw a strange space before her that she walked into with a faithful heart.
And I was filled with sorrow and grief.
I saw the warning had been given kindly years ago. Rest, recovery, and preparation had followed.
Now I see a great and terrible future.
A man beside her. The gospel on her lips, and pain and suffering with the Lord to hold her.
I see the end.
I remain and endure and am struck to the core.
I pray my Lord, be merciful.
If you take her, come soon after.
Do not prolong our suffering- hear our cries and hasten.
Your will be done.
I saw all this and felt all this, and wept on the gravel beneath my boots.
Monday, July 31, 2017
Sunday, July 30, 2017
Drawing Challenge Day 28
What do you do
When there's a kiss in the room?
That touches your face
As you're passing by
You can't hardly breathe
And you wonder why
What will you do
When it catches your hand
Pulling at you,
Where will it land?
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