02 August 2011

Freedom

In the corner of her eye, a waterfall is forming. She is weary. Her heartsong has become a whispered lament. She seeks to take refuge in a secret place, hidden from the cares of the world, from the hurt and the pain and the anguish. She runs fast and hard, but no matter how hidden the place she hides or how far she travels, it is always right behind, haunting her every step and stealing every happiness. Collapsed in a corner, the weight is nearly unbearable as it presses in and threatens to crush her. These chains cannot be shaken. This burden cannot be loosed. There is only One that has the key that will fit the locks. He is ready and willing to help, but He waits for the willing heart. Run to Him, dear child, and He will free you.

2 comments:

  1. I'm glad to see your poetic side coming out. This is lovely.

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  2. Thank you kindly. I'm flattered that someone actually enjoys these. As of late, this has been one of the few ways I can put into words some of the things I've been through. I don't consider myself a writer, but as of late writing is quickly becoming the best (and sometimes only) release of sorrow, heartache, and pure joy.

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