Share

Share.
Share the experience that you have had.
Share the pains that you have been in.
Share.
Share with others.

You have been through the desert time, you have been through the mountain time, you have been in the valley time, so you can share that in all those places and in all those times, I (God) was there. I strengthened you. I sustained you.  I fed and watered you.  In the good times, in the bad times, you sought Me, and you found Me.  Help those who do not know Me to find Me too. To know My goodness, My mercy and My love.

There are many paths to follow and not all choose the path of life.
Share, so My people know this path, which is the way to truth and light.  I am working in ALL things.  I am turning what seems bad to what is good.  I work in all things at all times.
Share all the times you have known in Me.
Share all the experiences you have walked with Me.
Share, for there are many out there who are lost, who are being led astray, who are seeking and waiting for what you can share.  Do not be afraid, no, have no fear.  In everything you do, everything you say, I will bless you with the words. I will hold your hand. Be bold, walk forward and share.
Share the desert times and the summer times. The times of weeping and the times of joy.
Share that they may know that I give freely to all who ask, to all who seek.

Share that they may know My Love which stretches over the horizons and is limitless.
Share that they may be renewed and have hope.  Use these times, the wilderness times that I changed, to encourage others.
Share.
Plant the seeds.  I AM the one who will see that they blossom and bloom. I will take care of them. I will nurture them, I will love them, yes, I will save them.
Share.

*(Written from the perspective of God's word to me)

Songbird

Bitterly cold,

the sun shines

an icy illusion, yet

she watches the birds

striking the sky, with

 

the promise of warmth,

the harsh, raging,

glow in the sky

light, light

extinguished, it sucks.

 

the air is dry,

the sky breaks,

no safe place,

she watches it,

no signposts in the dark,

 

the blackness crashes

over her head,

the air is calm after a storm.

entrapped within a

glass jar, suffocating, 

 

she is, a corpse, vile,

consumed by this life,

her mask is too firm,

frozen, and beating

against the wall of her mind.

 

silently screaming,

whispering defeat,

it haunts the air,

ashes of a burnt-out fire,

faded.

 

wilting curtains and linen

sat lonely on

a shelf in time,

clouds clung to mountains

without strings, but

 

somewhere she cries,

let me go

inside a gilded cage,

a songbird always

look so plain, so

 

dead.

can't break through

the morning mist.

 

last night, she dreamt

that she grew wings.

 

(P) 2010

 

 

Sunflowers Immortal

Proudly, the silk sunflowers stand
in their glass, ornate prison cell.
Stems shining like ivory in the
dusky sunlight. How dare the
flowers act that they are alive.

Their heads swivel and point to the Sun,
so fatuous in detail, no photosynthesis.
Immortal and yet they pretend to be.
Golden whispers trace their man-made veins,
purely for show, no little spurts of growth.

Lifeless in their still life art. There is
little that they cry about. My wilting
roses in the garden scream at night.
Too long have they lost their loving touch
and how cruel are these barren buts of plastic.

Imitating happiness and spontaneity in their
slick and cold gaiety. They can fool the Sun,
but not my weary, dulled eyes.
My mind is thick with my own whispers to deal with,
nevermind ones emitted from such shallows.

To Anna

To Anna, the Little Girl in Me

original poem written on 10/06/10 & shared in group therapy in AZ

 

Unable to breath the peace and joy that God has woven into your soul,

Inside you cried, you screamed and demanded answers

to the abuse that has taken it's toll.

 

I kept you as safe as I only knew how,

I cringe and wince feeling the scars left in you now.

My dear Anna, you didn't deserve all the abuse and to not be loved,

They damaged your soul with a smile and then they just shrugged.

How could evil take over such a precious innocent lamb?

 

Where were you God? I needed your hand.

Protection from the "blackness" was to become part of my walls,

Being small, you created a cover to protect you from all.

That same cover has locked you inside a prison of shame,

You're scared and alone waiting for answers that never came.

 

As they raised their voice to shout, a blank-stoned face looked out,

They were all bad, they did evil things,

Just like scorpions all around you, you took all of their stings.

It seemed as if no one loved you,

Just I....and I couldn't protect you, or we'd both die.

 

I tried to be strong, so I could save you one day,

You are safe now my child, with me you will stay.

I will give you the love that you never embraced,

We will play and have fun, the ugly past we'll erase.

 

When the tears need to come out, you too can cry

My child, you can laugh, smile, and cry anytime at all,

Get angry, face the demons, climb out from that wall!

I will embrace you and sing to you as mothers do,

You're my precious child, and I'll forever take care of you.

Sleep well tonight little girl,

We've got a big day tomorrow,

Rebuilding our life and letting go of the sorrow.

I love you Anna, the little girl in me...

 

 

*no part of this poem may be republished or printed without permission from the author*

 

 

I'm gathering

Every little piece, every little piece

I’m gathering every single little piece

Yes, every little piece, I am gathering them

Every little piece of your shattered heart anna

I’m gathering them together from every place they scattered to and from

I’m gathering them from the darkest deepest dingiest corner

Every little piece, anna, every little piece.

I know about and care deeply about each and every one

You can trust me again MY daughter, MY precious child

I will miss none of the little pieces of your heart

I am gathering together all the pieces of your heart

Every little piece is precious to ME

Every little piece is special and belongs to ME

Every little piece is known well to ME

Yes I know every little piece and how to bring them together

I know what happened to every little piece

And I care deeply about every little piece

I know where each little piece scattered to and why

I know every little piece that has hidden away

I saw them break, scatter, run and hide

I am gathering them all together in order to restore

I will not stop my labors till I have every little piece gathered in

Every little piece will be put back together

In only the way I know how

Yes there will be no fault lines MY child

It will be as if your heart never shattered

Every little piece matters to ME

Every little piece belongs

Every little piece fits and has its place

I love every little piece of your heart and I love you

You are MY masterpiece, MY work of art

Every little piece, every little piece anna,

They will come together and be healed

It is ok and it is going to be ok

You are doing great, I am so proud of you

Every little piece of the puzzle will be found by ME

Every little piece my daughter

Every little piece MY precious princess

Every little piece . . . yes every little piece.

(p) africantree

 

*anna (pronounced on-nuh) is my inner child.