Thursday, June 28, 2018

The Puppet's Ultimatum

God gave them judges.
The people demanded a king.
Because, the judges were evil,
A monarch would lessen the sting.
But they didn't remember . . .
There's evil in everything.
And now they would dangle, strangle,
On their very own chosen string.

Thursday, May 17, 2018

Call Me Stupid

And just when I think I'm past the pain,
I'm back aboard the hellish train.
Call me dumb, naive, insane . . .
I can't give up.
I won't let up.
I'll love-- and weep-- again.

Monday, March 19, 2018

Sometimes Not Yet


She came to Him, as she often did, wrought with anxiety. And He took her in His arms, as He often did, to soothe her.

“I really need this,” she whimpered, “I’m worried sick about it. It’s just so important.”

He nodded. “I know how important it is to you. It is to Me, too.”

She raised worried eyes to meet His. The little wrinkles on her nose and across her forehead deepened. He gazed at her, wishing He could see more of the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, the laughter ones. But today, these were the ones to see. She whispered, barely daring to believe, “Then You’ll do it? It’ll happen?”

His placed His gentle hand on her head. “If I say ‘no’, will it still be ok?”

She froze. Sucked in her breath. For several long seconds, He listened to her mind reel in a frenzy. Then it slowed, and she breathed out a long, shuddering sigh. Tears welled up in her eyes. “If you say ‘no,’ it’ll be ok. It’ll be hard. But it’ll be ok.” The screaming thoughts began to quiet, the knots in her stomach began to unwind, her head stopped throbbing quite so hard. He took her chin in His hand and tilted her face up to look at His.

“The answer is No,” He said softly.

And He held her many minutes afterward, as she cried herself out.

“Why not?” she asked finally.

“You’ll see,” He replied.

“I don’t like surprises,” she muttered, as she pulled away to go back to her busy schedule.

“I know,” He chuckled, “But I do. I don’t experience them, you see. But I do so love to give them.”

The hint of a smile glimmered on her face. “Ok, then. So be it.” And she stepped back out into the agitated world that was her life.

His smile faded as He watched her go. If all went according to plan (and it would this time, of course), she would get what she wanted. There would be a lot of pain along the way, but she would make it to the end, and receive her reward. He was sorry to know she’d be hurting so much to reach her goal, but at least He’d spare her some of the pain. He nodded. Yes, at least she would hurt a little less.

He turned to watch her for a few minutes. There she was, taking deep breaths to calm herself down. He smiled. Now. And the phone rang. She checked the number; her brow crinkled. Unknown. She answered. He expression went from confusion, to glee, to happy tears. She lifted her eyes and mouthed, thank-you!

She didn’t know what was coming. He did, but she didn’t. Yes, there were certainly trials ahead, but for now, she was happy. And so was He.

“See you later,” He murmured.

Thursday, July 13, 2017

The Land of Old Regrets

How vast the land of old regrets,
How dry,
How glum,
How gray.
And he who wanders, lost, forgets
His joy in life, his way.
So best avoid the path that ends
In guilt, and shame, and lies.
But turn your gaze, for hope extends
To free and boundless skies.
x

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

I Am

I’m brave on the outside,
Frightened inside,
Haunted by stubborn self-hatred
And pride.

Fiercely convinced
I am loved, people care;
Fiercely afraid,
That they’ll leave, unaware.

Sometimes I’m fine,
With this lifetime of mine.
Sometimes I’m longing
For my finish line.

I’m strong, independent,
Baffled and weak.
Firm, but I’ll crumble
At any critique.

“Do what you want,
It won’t affect me!”
Lies.


But that’s not
Who I want you to see.