Five, Twenty-Six, Seventeen.

So long as we are together,

you will always have my heart;

and as long as we are together,

we will never be apart. 

In times of joy or hurting,

I hold you very near,

and in my arms, I promise 

I'll always be right here. 

Abba, this I pray,

that in our times of rain,

the flowers of our heart

will grow despite the pain. 

We ask that while we trust

in Your wisdom from above,

that we can conquer anything

through all unending love. 

-LJ

26 May 2017

The Trail

I stumbled upon a trail that was too painful to walk on.  

The sharp rocks beneath my feet triggered a thousand flashbacks

of the parts of myself I wish I had forgotten.

The water before was too shallow to drown me,

but it was deep enough to reflect the someone I once was.

The trees were growing taller and taller by the second of the minute of the day,

but the leaves hung down in defeat and despair, frowning.

With an aching in my heart, and the weight of this world around me pulling me down,
I must decide whether to grow strong like the trees, become calm like the water,
and emerge from the past, or to allow myself to remain captive to the reminders
of why this trail was so very painful to tread.
No one, not even myself, will ever really know which path I took.
If I were given the knowledge of where my life took me before it took me there...
well, I wouldn't want to know.  I wouldn't want to take the measures to prevent
what made this trail so painful to walk on, you see.
I might fall in the waters, weighed down, and drown in my waters,
but I might rise like the trees, and find stillness in my river.
The trail tells me to keep going, for there is much more for me to see and do.
So, I walk this trail that was too painful to walk on, remembering
all these times, all these memories, who I was, and thinking now of who I might come to be.

-LJ
12 April & 11 May 2017