“Storm”
Tears fall out of the
night sky above souls that have pain in their hearts. Light that touches the
bare ground strobes. The sound of power vibrates the earth. Like horses
pounding wild and free—like thunder over the
land—there’s a storm inside all of us.
No shelter, no
protection, exists from the hidden pain inside all of us—a feeling of chains
bound to our hands and feet. No one to turn to. A feeling of loneliness and no
future. Can’t face another day without knives in your heart. For what you did
is unforgiveable. Shame covers your heart; a darkness consumes you. Drowning in
pain and suffocating slowly. Can’t turn back time.
Suddenly a ghostly
shadow wearing white appears. He whispers: “Where are you, my
child? I love you and now you are free and saved. The sun will come and dry up
your tears.” This mysterious figure is saving you from the shadows of your sin.
Take his hand and let him in your stormy heart.
You will find love.
Love will come to you in ways you won’t expect it. Don’t give up. You’re too
precious to quit. The light of another day will bring you new delights.
Now you write it.
Sabrina BlackAPLIW
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