#harrowing
"Make me!"
she cries
"Make me feel again!"
I can't help with that at all
Her frail ghost has suffered so much
She has traveled the world and seen any and everybody
Every single grave except her own
For she can not bear it.
But yet she can't feel
There's no happiness
There's no envy
She sees people living and loving
But with a poker face, she stares at me
But my emotions are not gone
And the pain she yearns to feel embodies in me
As if life has been taken from her and now resides in me
But I still feel lifeless
(This isn't about me...
It's about my nameless friend.)
I want to reach out to comfort her
and she doesn't even know she needs it
This **** ghost that finds comfort in my room
Haunts me forever
ironically enough
But I can't reach out to her and I can barely hear her
Her voice is a whisper
Even when she yells
(She should be glad she doesn't have a real throat since she yells so much)
"I know!"
she cries.
"I know you hear me!"
I can't answer that anymore.
I need to tune her out to escape my turmoil.
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 9:47 PM UTC
#*Lord Jesus, Plower of my heart,
though the darkness descends around me
and heavy moods fall over me,
though the warm feelings of intimacy begin to fade
and encroaching melancholy threatens to set in
like a cold reversal of the winds,
still I will rejoice in Your presence with me,
for You are causing me to press beyond—
beyond the delightful sense of You
and into the delightful assurance of You.
If I know nothing else, I know that You are here,
You are faithful and You love me.
So I will keep clinging to that
when everything else seems to slip
like dust through my fingers
and all hope of good things
in this life grows dim.
I will cling to the promise
that You are clinging to me,
that You’ve got me no matter what,
that You are never leaving or letting go.
For You are the unchanging I AM
in my ever-changing circumstances,
through my ever-shifting emotions,
over my ever-shaking life
and around my ever-feeble heart.
Here is my hand, Lord Jesus.
I put it safely in Yours and trust You
to lead me through this dark night.
Work Your holy, harrowing fingers
deep into the soil of my heart
until every idol is uprooted,
every stone removed
and every broken place restored.
Thank You, Jesus.
I love You.*#
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 5:16 PM UTC
Even in the harrowing hours of the night,
the witching hour, you may say
I stand in an open field in nothing more than a scarf and hat
awaiting the world to come crashing down with fire in her hands.
My ******* perk from hiding,
a warm and loving embrace from the cool winter air,
and the hair on the back of my neck raises with intent on reaching the sky,
I stare forward at the midnight black - awake and so full of stars.
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 8:39 PM UTC
**It was piercing the way the day slowed in her eyes
As she felt the pain of been abandoned
It was shaking.**
**It was shaking how the cold stole her skin in the mid of the night
As she watched through her window pane, with tears in her eyes
It was harrowing**
**It was harrowing how her lights turned darkness
As she moved through time without any hope, wishing her life would end
It was fearful**
**It was fearful how darkness taunted her soul, and how she searched for light in darkness still
As she sailed in an ocean of endless misery, without any destination
It was blinding**
Professor Marylyn-Dolly©
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 5:59 PM UTC
a song in 3/3 time
O, Lord, I've been in a prison dark
With jailers harsh and cruel
Searching for the smallest spark
This sentence overruled
I just hold to Your promises
Which bright and glorious be
I hold onto the precious light
Where I, in blindness, see.
Hallelujah!
Your blessings to impart
Hallelujah!
You're harrowing my heart
Though I am in the wilderness
I have no food nor drink
I hunger more for your goodness
I'm nearly at the brink
You put my shoulder to the plow
And I am weary, worn
But when a harvest you allow
It's then I am reborn!
Hallelujah!
You're working at the plow
Hallelujah!
My harrowing allow
Now I'm on the mountaintop
My hardships in the past
I look down at the growing crop
And I no longer fast
Abundant hope, abundant life
I bask in perfect grace
I've endured the deepest strife
But now I see YOUR FACE.
Hallelujah!
Worthy is the Lamb!
Hallelujah!
Christ... the great I AM.
SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/27/2016
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 2:38 AM UTC