I met her accidentally
Her eyes were still wet
After sobbing and wiping her eyes
She had been hurt so much
Wounded with arrows and cuts
Her heart was still bleeding
Urgently requiring a hemostat
And she was breathing rather fast
She had been running away
Fleeing from her captor
Yes, away from her tormentor
But this wasn’t the first time
She had been wounded before
I could see through her toughened face
Behind the forced smile
I could see the scarred heart
Crops of scars lacing her heart
And she could still afford to smile
She could barely complete sentences
She was weak and drained
By people who promised her love
But ended up taking it away
And now she was scared
She said “they never run out of lies”
They always had a new lie
Or another version of the same lie
And she kept falling for it
Over and over and over again
Each time ending up inflicted
She needed this safe heaven
Someone reliable
Someone reasonable
Someone patient
Someone understanding
Someone who loves God
Someone dedicated
Someone truthful
To write a new chapter in her life
To show her the meaning of life
To suture the heart cut by knife
To clean her infected wounds
That’s the time I met her
A shell of her former self
Left empty on the inside
And scorched on the outside
“amebeat” I heard someone say
which is slang for wasted
I wished I had some love left
But my encounters before
Had left a caution on me
And it was hard to trust
All that was left in me
Was just a few seeds of hope
And that is what I offered her
HOPE
I took her into my arms
And read Job 14:7
And now when I look at her
I see what God can do
Because in her I see me
And I know that she is happy
So I look inside and tell myself
It’s OK to lose everything
But don’t lose hope
And there is hope for you too.