Why? Why do I continue? And yet here I sit. Pondering… More pondering… Until I’m near to tears.
And all those things ― the ones the enemy knows will pierce my heart.
He sends them my way…
Again, why? Why is this world allowed to be ruled by such evil?
If I were a god, I’d do away with all of it. Does it give pleasure to the almighty, to see us suffer?
Sharp objects like daggers, of course they hurt. But it’s the soft-edged blade, the one that slips between my ribs, the one I never even notice until it’s too late. This is the enemy’s weapon of choice, the one that devastates my heart. And the damage is irreparable.
In the still of the night he came to me. Kneeling beside me, I could feel his feathery touch. He was memorizing my features, hoping I wouldn’t wake. I was only pretending to be asleep, enjoying the feel of his hand. Desperately wanting to reach out, but not daring to ruin the moment. And I wondered about all he was thinking, as he traced every crease on my face. I wanted to open my eyes and smile, as he placed warm kisses on my cheeks. But I dared not even open one eye, for I knew he’d then be gone.
Time each of us holds it from birth. We’re all entrusted with the same daily allowance but not all know its value and some seem to forget its worth.
The foolish tend to use it up leaving all those leftover seconds to rot on silver platters squandering hours away on useless, selfish desires believing they’ll always have more never realizing there is a limit.
And yet the wise and the perceptive they protect time with their very lives savoring every last crumb knowing it is a measured blessing to be cherished. They realize time is meant to be held in a way, which embraces even the tiniest bits of joy. And those who are discerning understand the merit of its potential. For time truly is the most valuable gift of all.
Dismal days Are all the craze Everyone’s living In a haze Could this be Just a phase Or are we stuck In a repeating maze Look at the way People gaze So many lost In a doleful daze Will we ever find Those hopeful rays Or stay prisoners of Depressive waves Can we all give Encouraging praise Or will morosity Be what stays Everyone has a choice To change their ways Kindness has always Been what pays Can you share Your love full blaze There really isn’t time For delays