What words spring forth upon my lips from fertile earth Upon thy love floating into the warm breeze With teary rain falling upon my flesh Burning everlasting desire as my spirit soars into the heavens of my Father.

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With hands reaching through holes (screams echo in my head)

Whipping back the outstretched hands that rip at my clothes

With tears streaming down my eyes, I watch the twisted

Faces go by—tormented by things I cannot see…

Tortured by demons laughing at me.

 

I call to You, Your saving grace and beg that You

Set me free, let me be where I have found peace from

These dreams—visions—nightmares

 

That will not go away and linger when my eyes are open

To see these faces in plain day hidden within the grain of life

As others walk by to blind to see, to blind to care what lies there

 

His playground grows large as we sit back and shutter

At lost hope when few believe…will they see the warning?

When they are blind, will they see the signs?

Even those who do believe have little faith in humanity

And then there is me—too scared to sleep and see more.

 

I close my eyes and see twisted faces go by and feel

The whipping hands that try grab hold

I will not go! I will not go! I WILL NOT GO!

 

To him like memories that linger in dreams

I state again it is not he that bestowed upon me

A cursed blessing to see the tormented dead

 

Reaching, seeking answers to prayers only You can save.

Judgmental Father forgive me, forgive those who seek forgiveness

Yet do not know the words for they have never been shown love.

And in these twisted faces I see the children

Who are not meant to be there, little hands reaching through

 

Tiny holes, they do not know and so is it not wrong to

Let the innocent suffer the fate of their fathers.

As it was He who said let not the children suffer

 

Though they do and who, who is to step up and say

That it is us that make it this way. And so I sit and

Cry with burning eyes as I watch them go by

 

Grinning at the pain they cause and lies told. THE LIES!

And promises tie bonds that keep them down.

One more time, just one more time—I try—I try

To close my eyes and yet the twisted faces go by

Screams echoing in my head—the dead

 

And reaching hands rip at my clothes seeking

Keeping me in fear of sleep I so desperately need

And forgive me Father but maybe you don’t see—I believe

 

For I have felt you gentle touch wrap me up

In love when I saw none, so I ask you release me

From these dreams—visions—nightmares

 

That haunt me, taunting me as I wake with

Screams that echo in my head, I said, I say

I pray and still I close my eyes and see twisted faces

Go by calling to me, reaching, ripping at my clothes.

Should I go? I wonder sometimes that it might be me

 

The You sent to set them free, but how they scream

And beg yet utter no words. Tortured souls that cannot go

Cannot know what they do not see. So why do they see me?

 

And here I sit and wait and wait for yet another night

To come with beating, screaming sounds that pound

Inside my head, I breathe deep breaths and hope

 

Hope and pray that this day I will close my eyes and not

See the twisted faces go by or feel the hands whipping

Ripping at my clothes that tonight I will only know

A place where peace sings to me a lullaby from a time

Where my memory is faded

 

My Love

 

As I lay my head upon my pillow I take a breath

Bury my head into the memory that is your chest

Your warm embrace, how I miss your kiss

 

Gentle upon my forehead as you say good night

And tell me you love me and I cry

 

Tears of joy that you are here a part of me

A part of my life and not just a dream

My heart skips a beat at the joy you bring

 

How I miss you, your voice, and your touch

Miss you lying by my side wanting more

 

My love my love I miss your embrace

Like a blanket of peace you envelope me

In warmth, love and security through time

 

And though for the moment you are gone

I feel your love surrounding me, soft kisses

 

Tingling my soul at the thought of your touch

Your warm caress like soft breezes on a summer eve

And kisses as gentle as a spring rain

 

My Guardian

 

Turning times like wind

                 carrying a new season

I watch and wait as I've waited

                 He came and called

Told me secrets about the future

                 and shared memories

From the past--my guardian returned

                  In a dream He held

My hand to give me strength

                   Allowed me to let go

Of the pain the others left behind

                   scars that haunt my heart

Let tears flow like rain that cleanses

                   the soul they came down

In sheets eroding fears

                    melting away nightmares.

 

Grace

 

He came down upon me in a glimmer of bright light.

Surrounding me with an overwhelming peace -smiling.

A hand outstretched—a love touching my soul.

Bringing strength where there is fear.

Hope where there is none.

A lost soul wandering in darkness

Yet shielded by His grace