Her silence is not golden. It is hard for her to speak. She is listless and tired. Her eyes are the written volumes of her life. Read through the pages thoroughly, and in deep concentration. See the torturous blood that flows through her veins; feel her sorrow. Hear the agony in her voice.
Category: Prose
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Speak to me in loving tones and beautiful whispers, so I can hear your voice in my spirit eternally, and remember your love forever.
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See me;
See me for who I am.
In my passion, see my desire;
In my weeping, see my pain:
In my warmth, see my love;
In my agony, see my affliction. -
The darkness drains me and leaves me listless. I stumble around in dizziness and shortness of breath. My dark feathered friend the crow, tilts her head, and looks at me through keen eyes with a certain peculiarity. I wonder if she can sense my pain or see my despair. I was in love once, but my beloved abandoned me once I arrived here. I was asleep and was awakened with fright; I reached for her but she wasn’t there. She left a sordid note stating:
My love,
I love you, but I can no longer stay here. I care for you, but I can’t deal with the darkness and fear. I’ve tried to understand you, but it’s all just too much for me to bear. Here’s your ring back, and you can cancel the wedding arrangements we made for next year.
Sincerely,
AlynaI could feel the darkness taunting me and laughing at my sorrow and tears. The darkness wants to take from me, leave me with nothing and strip me bare. She would leave me when I needed her most, in the middle of the night, under the pretense of care.
It was that night, that the darkness embraced me tightly, and whispered foully in my ear: They will all leave you, but I will always be here.
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In the face of fear let us hold onto our light;
In our darkest hours we will prevail against the horrors of the night.
Though we are sorrowful, we are spirited;
Though we may fear, our hearts will not fail;
Though our crosses are heavy, we will not falter;
Though we shed tears, our hearts are filled with love;
Though we are misunderstood, we will persevere;
Though we may be unloved, we will find the strength to love ourselves.Neither fear, nor sorrow, nor doubt, nor tribulation, nor fire, or deep waters stop our resolve.
Let our names be written in gold and read aloud in heaven’s roll.
Let the world stare upon us in jealousy and wonder.
Let us, the sorrowful, meet at that peaceful river and cry in each other’s arms.
Let us all link and hold each other in love as we silently turn our heads to the sky and look at the starlight. -
God, speak to me in the darkness, so I can follow your voice into the light.
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A comforting touch;
Emotions are released;
Tears flow. -
Love. A word often overused and incorrectly defined.
Love. A word often betrayed by the actions of those claiming to intimately know it.
Love. A powerful mover of emotions.
Love. A word often used for selfish gain.
Love. A word trampled on and defiled by unscrupulous deceivers.
Love. Something to be valued and protected.
Love. Something worth fighting for.
Love. Something that can sometimes be unfathomable to the human mind.
Love. The embodiment of the word is a wonderful thing to behold.
Love. Some think they truly know it, but have never experienced it.
Love. The essence of it is more beautiful than diamonds and brings me to tears.
Love. To know it, is to know passion.
Love. The emotions of it will cause the heart to beat faster.
Love. The meaning of the word can be expressed in many ways.
Love. A precious gift worthy of veneration.
Love. I will speak it. I will live in it. I will give it.
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“Jesus wept.” (John 11:35, KJV)
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As I cope with daily life and my own personal struggles and sorrow, I hearken back to what I consider the most poignant scene in the Bible. Now admittedly, I haven’t attended mass in several years, as I believe in total honesty and full disclosure.
The scene or time I am referring to, is when Jesus cries out and asks his Father why he abandons him in that particular hour. I hadn’t read the Bible in quite some time, and when I reread the passage in the book of Matthew, it moved me to tears. To think about abandonment in a time of immense pain and unthinkable suffering for the sins of the world, is something I could never fathom. I carry my own cross daily as we all do. It is heavy but I must carry it. I hope all of you are well, content, and joyous. Sending love to you all.
“Now from the sixth hour there was darkness over all the land unto the ninth hour. And about the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani? that is to say, My God, my God, why has thou forsaken me?” (Matthew 27:45-46, KJV)
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