Vapors lingering
Fogs of deceit
Sticky whispers floating
That I’m incomplete

Why must you too
Be part of the refrain
Isn’t it enough
Of course I am lame

How can I explain
What I don’t yet understand
That hands in the fog
Often feel like wet sand

Almost, but not quite
There, but gone
Melody begins
And then it is done

Is it really safer
To cry in the night
Or be still in the darkness
And watch whispers loose sight

Once I notice
Twice I hear
Three goes into
My chambers of fear

So even whispers now echo
They float in my bog
Slipping from one to three so easily
There’s hands in the fog

Sadly touch is lost
Only was briefly found
Is it echos or real
Can I even hear their sound?

I just shirk and flinch
Start and withdraw
The echos in threes
The pain is still raw.

Photo mage from THE FOG – Comprehend The Invisible

Oh Lord, show me the wound
That colors today and doubts tomorrow
That binds me to yesterday
In  bitterness and sorrow

The sharing of fields
This place of such hard work of haters
Pulling that weed earlier
Don’t wait any longer for later

Yet you alone are unable
He has made the Way
Together you’re never alone
Be complete now today

“Bitterness is what grows from a seed of injustice,planted and watered in the garden of what-might-have been.  When nurtured, it brings forth fruit.  This fruit, fully mature, tastes sweet at first bite, but it turns the inner being sour with a harsh and biting deep despair.”  “Bitterness is nothing more than old unforgiveness.”

OK. that is clear enough.  I have not met one person that hasn’t got this going in their ‘garden’.  Some more.  Some less.

Some with an injustice that is beyond imagination.

I have been shown some of your… well, let’s just say for sure that He clearly sees it all.  Even the distortion that He is the source of the injustice.

These are really hard, tight knots of despair and incredible sadness. The wounding is so deep and profound.  But just for a moment, just consider, not to diminish the realities, the feelings, the circumstances, just for now… consider the will.

Plain, raw, will.

We all, God, angels, (good and bad), people, (good and bad), have will, and the power to act on that will.  They go together you see.

I’m just talking a little here, finally, about choice.

The accumulation of our choices, the impacts of the choices others have made…are making even right now, are ever so powerful. Particularly it seems towards the ‘bad’.  They can look overwhelming.

We might call them circumstances.

But we each still have within  us a power that is…beyond imagination.  The will.  You and I can make choices.  They still accumulate.  They are more powerful than any unimaginable circumstances.

Yeah, you know where this is going.

Forgive.

Make even the littlest ‘forgive’ you can ‘will up’ to do.

The gates of hell can not endure that choice.  Go for it.  Do it.  Just do it.  Feelings are to trail along behind this creative act.  That you and I can do this, if we will… is amazing.   The garden could use some weeding.

( The quote at the beginning is from David Chotka from his book POWER PRAYING)  (And by the way, I am, by His power, more and more in His will…praying for you…) (Remember, you are not alone).

Just making sure…

(by the way, I’m using other peoples pics…I’d credit them if I knew how.  Help?  I think the info is embedded in each pic.)

I’m trying to acknowledge…you…and your work.  You and your loss.  You and your grief.  I’m trying to listen.

Well, that’s a deep subject

Indeed

So here is where we’ll be going there

 Just remember you’ve never alone