Waves of Pain — January 24, 2007

Waves of Pain

Wave upon wave of pain
Beat against my heart
Pounding and pounding
As if to rend it apart

I gasp and I shudder
I moan and I rock
Like a boat without rudder
Nor mooring nor dock

Beset in a storm
With the wind and rain
Coming against me
Is all in vain?

I yearn for an anchor
To grab hold of to steady
This ship of my healing
Until I am ready

To face what it is
That makes my heart pound
As I try to look at
Things that astound

No one can see it
Nor can they feel
The intensity of pain
That causes me to reel

Like a drunken sailor
On a wave driven ship
Tossed to and fro
And ill-equipped

To handle life’s challenges
In a steady way
Living in yesterday
Along with today

But I know a Captain
With skills so fair
He takes on the Wheel
And He’ll get me there

He will take me
Upon the high seas
Away from this storm
With its miseries

January 24, 2007 ©

Out of the Ashes — October 7, 2005

Out of the Ashes

Out of the ashes she rises,
Determined to win, not to die.
Her life’s been stolen from her
Her childhood’s a mist, a sigh.

Her memories are veiled in fog,
Thick…and swirling…and gray.
Will light ever pierce the darkness?
Will she ever remember the way…

That her sister smiled and laughed
As they chased the hours away,
Singing and dancing and playing,
Their bodies starting to sway

To the rhythms of the drumbeat
As the chanting swelled so loud
And their hearts beat ever faster
Vainly trying to drown it all out?

But no! Those things are hiding
In the dark recesses of her mind,
Closed off…and covered up,
Like skeletons and gold in a mine

Long ago buried by thieving pirates
Trying to cover their evil deeds.
All she has now are glimpses
And flashes…like tiny seeds.

But seeds will sprout
And seeds will grow
And someday the memories will come.
Her mind will open
And she will know
The things to which they made her succumb.

There is evil and wickedness buried inside,
Awful deeds from which to hide.
But deeds do not a person make.
Our Lord came, her soul to take

Away from those who would enslave
Her body, soul and spirit.
They have no power any more.
Their claims are of no merit.

Although the memories
May locked in darkness be,
Her spirit, soul and body
Have now been set free.

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The Healing Journey — April 24, 2005

The Healing Journey

The walls go up

The walls come down

The body shakes

The body calms.

Up and down and round and round

The healing journey does not feel sound.

Yet onward I’ll persist to go

To a place that only You know.

The journey is hard, the journey is long,

But You’re always there to make me strong,

For on my own I am weak…I fall

But You pick me up and give me all

That I need to keep going just one more step,

One more day, one more week, one more month, one more year.

Help me, Abba,

Through the next hour

Keep me safe, Lord,

In Your tower.


April 24, 2005 12:55 a.m.

I cannot be the wife you need — June 27, 2004

I cannot be the wife you need,
Or the best of moms for him,
I cannot even act my age,
With so many ages within.

I cannot be the sexy beauty,
But I can warm your heart and home.
And with there being so many of me,
For sure you’re never alone!

I can wash the dishes, clean your clothes
Hopefully before you run out of those.

I can stay by your side,
Being faithful and true,
Tho you may look at me saying
“Now…just who are you?”

I wish that I could be your peer,
On every level and all the time;
But the best that I can offer, dear
Is to be that only part of the time.

Actions speak louder than words, I am told
Yours tell me that you’ll love me when I’m old.

They say that some is better than none,
And I sure do hope that is true,
I know that what you give to me
Is far more than I can give to you.

Sometimes I feel helpless, so out of control,
Yet you still love me, body and soul.
When I feel so lost and so very alone,
You reach out to me to bring me back home.

You are truly a gift from our Abba above
Don’t know where I’d be without your love.


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