This is where I beat my way
the poison ivy undergrowth
that caught my tears upon the day
my daddy's-girl persona broke
Came pell-mell up the wooded slope
naked feet through brambles crashed
Body charged with splintered hope
while white tailed does escaping flashed
Exhausted, down the hill I came
and safe beneath a shower's rain
I knelt and wept, my heart was frayed
my spirit bruised, my soul betrayed
I screamed in pain, I yelled in rage
my angry tears came bursting down
But stubborn, though the fire was bleak,
I vowed to fast 'til hope was found.
Resolve, a blazing coal, was placed
down in my heart, to state my case
And so I went, my thoughts outpaced
my feet that walked toward Father's face
Though haltingly my voice went forth
he listened, patient, to my words
He saw my tears, my body shook
with pent-up feelings, deepest hurts
And to them made a calm reply
a look that gazed afar and wide
To see the part he'd played, unwise,
but now at length apologized
It was this day in history
that deepest pain awoke and died
And there I was, awash with love,
I saw through resurrected eyes
Author notes
This piece is my reflection on the culminating event in my dealings with forgiveness and abandonment issues. Ladies, we need to find our worth in Jesus the Messiah and forgive our fathers who don't know our worth!
Note: I did read the rules of the contest :-D
Written May 23rd, 2006
A contest entry
- Trials 2 *Christian Contest* by Mamabekaboo.
300 points, ended June 6, 2006, 7 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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This is one awesome write. I relate to this because of my own fathers actions toward me. The only difference being is that I ran to neighbours and hid under their azalia bushes. I wish I had known the depth of God's presence a that time, as I may have not carried so much baggage around for so many years.
Good luck in the contest.
Linda -
Wow I actually thought you were portraying that as how your spirit felt. Still very moving. Great visuals then LOL. Thanks again for writing this. Because He Lives,
Beka -
thanks! I'm curious about what you consider metaphors. When this happened, I actually did run barefoot up through the woods behind our house and scared the deer. :-D Thanks for the comment! Good luck in judging your contest!
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Wow this is very deep. I love the metaphors... I think that is what they are called. A great job. I felt your pain and then your hope at the end. Thanks so much for entering this into my contest.
Because He Lives,
Beka
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