A Redemption... 10,000 and counting

 I saw myself today,

it was not the first time

visiting this old memory.

This is time for a healing that is

deeper.


Me, here, so young

so focused on the perpetrator

still carrying the load

I could not carry.


This is where you learned

to give 

that is all

to give.

not to get to listen to yourself

not to choose,

just be 

used.


This is why love is bringing up 

this painful event

to set free from those

shackles on wrists.


"Bring her into the light

this space is no longer truth."


Jesus, can you show me what 

the Fathers love looks like?

Does he require?


the veil seems to open and a new

view of "Father" comes into view,

A Father who is also Mother,

warmth,

tenderness,

embracing,

coming toward,

to wrap arms around 

embracing aloneness, 

a balm to wounds...

My heart begins to feel filling up

longings untold.


"Stay, stay a while,

stay as long as you can"

I check out, it can be too much

even all I deeply long for.


I return

gently the heart begins to be touched 

again,

where longings were unmet

unfolding into being met.


Grieving comes,

such tears.

Release for relief

that could not happen 

before.


The balm begins to be felt again,

the safe view can come back.

The world can be safe again 

Here,

for her

no longer left with a burden

too hard to carry.


Another image of her comes into view

she's wearing white  

she's looking down at herself;

I am looking down at my little self there

White? Pure again?


This image found there,

already in place,

though I did not understand


They have taken my rags and given me 

garments that are 

Pure.






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