barefoot and separated
ocean tides conform through ribs
gray hair seeping through eyes
beauty arises in a simple soul
but complex are the few
complicated and conformed
distorted and disturbed
denied, society inflicts
a madness presumes
defeating the faint hearted
running terrified, they scream
your weakness consumes
and I stand with the pillars
Papa placed on this Earth
as crash course dummies
my soul is weary
and weeps for home coming
my young life has seen the windows
through the doormat surface
walking through the crashing rain
I seek to bring you strength
I long to give you a gift
display the heartache of journey
where evil resides to destruct
but a woman stands strong
and forgives the madness
of monsters long gone
strength is divine
for someone to touch what is sacred
what is mine
my spirit soars
through heartbeats and melodies
I can tell the greatest journey
and yet it remains in truth
that my soul was tortured
so I may know and speak with you
remember where you are
and who you stand beside
for they may very well be your guardian angel
sent to save your life
A contest entry
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i love the beginning and these parts as well:
my soul is weary
and weeps for home coming
my young life has seen the windows
through the doormat surface
walking through the crashing rain
and
my spirit soars
through heartbeats and melodies;
a wonderful free verse poem! excellent : ) -
CJ
I understand the theory -- Muslims from my local mosque think that Heaven is what counts, not this world, and feel justified in doing God-knows-what on that basis, in what the Church used to refer to as 'this vale of tears', which even as a young boy I thought was a bit strong, for the nice world around me. I have as much chance, in reality, of empathising with you or the Muslims, as I do of empathising with St Theresa of the Roses or St John of the Cross, or the Sufi Saints, come to that. I shall pop back from time to time, just the same. -
Mystic mystery
I fear this speaks about many things of which I am ignorant, personal things, of obvious meaning to the writer, but not to me. I did not think the soul could be weary! For all that there are assemblages of words here and there which are sharp enough, and v appealing.
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Ah yes, but in faith my soul is weary to be at home with Papa (God). Yes it is a very personal write, but mainly I wanted to extract the fact of strength and hope from me to others. Thanks for reading! ~CJ~
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CJ
Thank you. That is a good and praiseworthy thing, whatever a person's beliefs. But surely ( and I was brought up as a Catholic) it is not the idea that God created you so that you would wish not to live the life he must have had in mind? But I would be a v odd guardian angel indeed, so better not listen to me!
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Oh yes I totally agree with that, but I await for heaven. This is a pathway not the goal, if that makes sense?
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An amazing write.
This truly spoke to me.
"a woman stands strong
and forgives the madness
of monsters long gone" <---- ( I'm still working on that strength )
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It will come in due time dear, but you must first be weak to become strong remember that!!!! I am here if you need to talk anytime!
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Oh I have the "strength in weakness" thing down pretty well... it's the forgiveness part that needs work. remember the voodoo doll?
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Ahhhh!!! OK! That makes more sense to me
hummm let's say it took me 10 years at the least, I didn't even forgive until I handed it to Papa. I mean really handed it over to him. I thought I had forgiven them but honestly in my heart I knew I hadn't and now I do not suffer over it anymore. I let God deal with it for me! Amen for that because I would still be making myself suffer over someone else if not for Papa. 
Thanks for reading!
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simply beautiful and most uplefting
love and blessings
Rend
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Thank you very much for reading Rend!!! Papa bless you!
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The soul of an Angel, the words of wisdom for one who has seen the face of evil up close and personal, when there is nothing left but to start looking at what true love is. Love for the all mighty, love for our fellow beings and most of all love and dignity for our very own selves.
This is quite the strong lyrical and spiritual piece here CJ, you have penned your heart for all to see and embrace.
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