#blessedness
Gentle silence
has soaked
into the
thick walls
around me.
And
there is
blessedness
amongst
the boxes.
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 9:34 PM UTC
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You are blessed by God
and that blessedness
leaves me breathless;
But.....
aw.. **** love..
The shame didn't come from me
and neither did the all-consuming condemnation..
*yet my direct words to you make you feel
as though I am the author of both*
Love, infused with truth
is a language all its own
but you can't do it.. can you
You are wholly unable to see yourself
as someone truly Loveworthy
You can't see it,
and so it is my words to you
that you attack
and then run from
and then run to
and then fall in love with
*And then you rage
and then you hide
as it churns*
***as it churns
as it churns***
And you think its from me
And you think I am the author of both
*But it was i n y o u before we ever met
and because of that, I lose everything*..
because I won't stop doing
what it is that I do.
*Love is different
than what it sometimes feels to you*
#
Sep 22, 2021
Sep 22, 2021 at 9:08 PM UTC
If blessedness is a choice,
who chooses to be accursed?
What need for God,
since we bless ourselves;
by the strength of our arms,
and the cunning of our wits;
but that they remain
strong and sharp even with age,
and that our store houses,
are not burned down or robbed,
and that Evil be kept far from us.
Job was blessed of God.
Evil touched him to his bones,
His storehouses burnt down,
His sons and daughters massacred.
Wishing death rather than life,
but enough life and fear remain,
to know torment, pain and suffering,
and to question agonizingly without answers;
accused falsely by unwise friends,
who spoke the wind as if its wisdom;
and to live days without end in sight.
We bless ourselves
as we count blessings:
Beholden to the flesh,
its desires and fears.
As the blind,
content not to fall,
but destined to fly
and see the unseen
and be the unimaginable.
May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 1:09 AM UTC