Grief a Broken Heart.

The darkness grew in my mind, as

I watched the fragile light recede, in

my distress I saw it swallowing,

me whole.

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The grief I felt washed through, as

I remembered the good things, and

there, in a moment, overwhelmed 

I wept.

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 You were there and    yet I could 

not reach you. I felt abandoned, 

and there was no comfort in the

time past.

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People ebbed and flowed around, I tried

to hold onto words, a touch, and

the weary faces of compassion

and love.

—–

Someone left a card. Words blurred, as

I tried to read and the loneliness, broke

on me and I sat in the darkness, with

no hope.

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It wasn’t a word, or card or prayers

but a friend who kept coming, they

sat, stayed with me, listening, if

I talked.

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It was not what they said or did, but

that silent witness that I was worth

their time, patience, their kindness

and love.

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We walked in the park, or by the sea,

slowly I saw that I was valued, not

while I was an asset but while I was

a drag.

—–

They stayed through the anger, the

frost and the rain, the dark clouds,

the storms, anxiety, even

my hate.

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I asked them why, they waited for me

to ask and spoke of a God, who stays

with us when we are foul, and also

when good.

I tried it for myself, I stormed at God,

I screamed at that face on a cross.

They’re forgiven? My punishment

lives on.

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I cried, I wept, I swore and I cursed,

I yelled ’til I was sore and worn out

and still God was there, never went,

nor left.

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How could a God above everything,

consider me to be worthy, like that?

And love me when I loathed them

so much?

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I sat in the dark and a faint light, as

small as pin was there, a little point

of hope and over the years God and

the friend –

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They never gave up, never closed a

door. I scoured my home, lit every 

lamp. Then I sat and asked for help

to forgive.

It came so slowly that I hardly dared

to hope. It came so hard that it was

like being in a prison and try bending

the bars.

Time passed and the bent iron bars, 

breaking, the dim light grew around, so

I tentatively tried out living again, 

with God.

I took toddling steps, grew stronger, 

valued myself, and still the blackness

threatens but now I know that I’m not

alone.

I learned that I cannot know everything,

that I am not at fault and able to now

stand with others, through their all, and be

their friend.

Is God a Bully?

Wear a hat!

Sit still!

Wear a veil!

Behave!

prostrate yourself!

give money!

Fast!

Submit!

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God is warring,

violent, avenging,

A Jealous one,

rewards killers,

racist, white,

spurns women,

wants sacrifices,

tramples infants!

Thous shall not!

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Didn’t God create

a beautiful world?

Love and families?

gave us Jesus,

healing,

equality for all,

non violent

opposition,

stood against

oppression,

self giving,

so beautiful.

The cross.

The grave.

Empty.

Loving hands freed to heal again.

Lent a Fast

What do I do with Lent?

Does God really choose

to ignore me if I eat chocolate,

or biscuits, or drink wine?

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Does God like me better

because I give up something?

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I believe that fasting maybe 

not for God at all, but for me.

A time where I feel better

about myself and therefore

I will make you feel better too.

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So, I shall eat chocolate,

drink wine and brandy too,

but will stop for a moment

and cwts with Jesus. We will 

feast as he hold me fast within.