She is loved and not her own

This was written right after a big fight my dad and I had. After writing, I felt calm, at ease, raw & renewed. He is a good, good God.

Earlier today, I sensed something bad would happen to me.

I shrugged it off"“God doing such thing is not likely.”

Then the events unfolded, and I was stuck between the creases of how and why,

When I reminded myself, unequal are the passage and landing of my outcry.

My anger stemmed from self-fulfillment,

My hurt originated from a loving daughter’s testament:

To protect her daddy’s heart from a horrific end,

While her own was bruised and twisted at an ugly bend…

She did not care. Her heart was not her own.

Yet at her darkest she acts as a pompous queen upon her throne;

Change it. Change her destructive way,

For in my Papa’s eye in heaven, a tear cannot stay

When He watches His beloved children--

Fight for bread crumbs like angst-ridden pigeons.

He moans, “I have a warm loaf right here, over the fire,

To give it to you is my heart’s desire.”

“Broken,” a throaty whisper of a desperate heart’s apology

Escapes my mouth as I lament over the night’s chronology.

He sighs, “The pieces of your heart I will pick up,

But I have drunk the darkness of the world from my golden cup.

Only let me dwell in that"for you are my beauty I reaped from the dust.

Collapse into my unwavering arms, and turn in all of your trust.”

Reviews

[Barbara Lynne]

beautifully written...a pleasure to read