Missing You
I found myself sleeping on your side of the bed, I thought it was because I like sleeping closer to the door. I realized that it is because I miss you.
But I have to do this, return your stony silence, not allow my heart to speak, because I’ve always come to save you.
Only God can do that.
You are running harder and faster than ever, your heart becoming more proud every day. It crushes me to see you like this. More than your words of hatred do.
You told me that you hope I die. God showed me that’s a lie. And that deep inside, you wish you would die, so you lash out and blame me for it all.
The man I love so much, is a broken boy.
Sleeping on the couch and fighting God.
So I’m here, on your side, because I miss you.
Hope
Like an out of place spring flower poking its head through the winter snow, that is tricked by the lies of warm days, Hope in the same way, is fragile, cautious and trusting. Supported by a cast of two; one broken and one wise. Wisdom whispers ‘trust in me’, Hope can be manipulated by a force unseen. Do not dare to hope if reality deals you an evil hand and you break. But do dare to hope when, if that same hand is dealt, you turn to wisdom and allow yourself to blossom again, even in the snow.
Flee
I see you, the child, neglected and ignored. Crying out in tantrum now, your wish to be adored.
And I did...
But, the child now, in darkness speaks ‘I hope you die’, to the one who loved him. Loves him.
The Lord gave dream and spoke to me: death, flee, reborn. I did flee. Following His leading, I did flee. From you. Now I see.