Let us say there is great devastation.'
In Venezula.!
In Columbia.!
In Ukraine.!
In Iran.!
Let us say, there is great devastation..!
In the USA there is homelessness.?
There is rampant, drug abuse.'
There is wholesale murder of the un-born;
Future.!
In the whole world inequality reigns.'
Let us say there is great devastation..!
Where is God we may say in all this.?
He is still waiting I remind myself.'
For you and me, to turn to Him..)
So that he may heal. All our great devastations.!
Childhood promise - a pact by pinky swear,
Fast friendship - solemn pledge of pure intent.
Broken at times? Just predictable fare!
In playground terms an everyday event.
Then youth bursts on the world in hot pursuit
Of lasting life and love without an end.
Broken promise portends the absolute -
Betrayal leaving aching heart to mend.
Time heals the hurts of feckless youthful dreams,
Suppressed by wisdom’s wit and common sense.
Bygone promise subsumed - or so it seems,
Poignant echo persists still, in past tense.
faith is
not considering
a coincidence
through with time
though pristine she abides
the snow is lost to my innocence
where approaches the serendipitous footprints
a white ploughing just before the Winter darkness
that memory finished cannot steal
though melting there, my will
water healed
~ for a friend
“By His stripes we are healed”
Like an onion I’m peeled,
revealing layers healed un healed
Lay it at the foot of the cross
For in some way we have all been lost
Can you look upon His face of light
and not cry for the sinless Christ
Depicted on a cross with pierced side
Crown of thorns hurts, He was denied
My beloved Father sent Him to earth
And He is the living word
For which my heart has searched
And know that I am not worth
So thank you for the Son
For forgiveness Oh Holy One
How can I be healed when my rivers are still tender
My heart is stuck in the same sentence
Unheard points screamed at the child inside me
What am I
When the trees stick out and come out of hiding
My thoughts are disconnected from the lifeless rivers bound down on me
This penny for thoughts is meaningless
No worth inside its curves
It meant so much when I paid attention to the quietness
But the wind snatches the good thoughts from hallways of complete darkness
Do I sound crazy
Dreaming of high skies and cloud nines
I cannot see up here
It's too bright and the lines are hard to look at as wrong
How can I be healed when the tree has nothing more to wave in the wind for a look
It is invisible aging and broken edges
How am I ever healed
Bring your sick along beside Me
Jesus healed the sick and lame
Heal me Jesus the woman cried
Jesus knew her and her name
Come to me dear daughter He said
Let me show you the forgiving way
You touched My cloak, it moved me so
She dropped to her knees and prayed
Here’s to the nights you didn’t say a word
Just let the tears fall unseen & unheard.
You smiled all day & then broke at night
Still woke up early & still chose to fight.
Here’s to the jokes you cracked through pain
The way you danced in pouring rain.
To hugging your pillow like it was a friend
And saying you're fine again and again.
To crying in bathrooms & midnight snacks
Talking to walls & and silent cracks.
Yet somehow still being the one they call
Holding the world while you nearly fall.
So here’s a toast to the strength you hide
The love you give & the tears you dried.
You made it through strong soul
And no one knows, but damn, you’re whole.
All broken
and patched
but not healed.
The past
keep itself
at my heels.
I want to believe
I have grown
out of this,
I have recovered
from this,
but...
why does
it keep haunting me?
A heart that heals is a heart that works
Old clothes discarded to the floor
Why was I wearing such rags?
Old methods from another time
If I try harder they will love me
Creating unevenness, ripe to blame
Why did it hurt so much?
Because you were hurting yourself
Leaping off the cliff, screaming - Catch Me!
A crumpled mess lying at the base
Accepting the truth of it, mourn the foolishness
Not the self, change, learn, improve
It didn’t work then, more so now
Lifting with open intention, unfiltered
Calmer, safer - patient and gentle.
It is easier to let go and easier to welcome.
A wandering soul
Lost and confused
An un-played role
So mentally abused
If I cry
I seem weak
A displayed lie
Purpose, I seek
I didn't live that life
I found an exit
Looked for light
I held on, didn't slip
Had a masked face
Covering up disgrace
My heart was broken ever since long ago,
Meeting you is what set me free from my ego.
My heart was aching ever since then,
But when we met was one of the best days there's ever been.
My heart was as always longing and hurting,
But meeting you brought me so much healing.
My heart was always searching for its significant other,
So meeting you made me see you are my truest lover.
My heart was so empty for such a long time,
But how we met made me feel so new, full, and prime.
My heart used to always hurt so much,
But leaving you did more to me and such.
My heart has found the truest of love,
For we shared that bench marking sent from above.
Our hearts shall never again be apart,
For his arrival healed my heart.
A contagious illness regarded as being caused by sin
Like a rag soiled by sewage filth, meant only to be thrown
The sick suffered each moment like a fish without a fin.
He did not have, even in his home, a place of his own.
Pain, sadness, loneliness, anxiety, and rejection
The sin stigma, like a permanent tattoo, stuck to him.
Like a link broken chain, he had no social connection.
Pain pierced, like a needle, each bone and vein of his limb
He yearns, like a thirsty man in the desert, for healing.
Who'd do this? Who is so kind? He knew that there's only one.
Like a shipwrecked sailor, he cried out to Jesus, pleading
Brim-filled with faith, he knew well that his battle would be won.
He felt the Jesus touch as a soothing sunshine of dawn.
His stigmas and decays were gone; in Christ, he was reborn.
Healed heart can still bleed
A little bit of peace is all it needs
The storm of pain which crossed the heart,
The torture which hit it hard,
The unknown torment which ruled it,
The ache which worsened it day by day,
has engraved the mark,the proof in the heart-
The scratches and wounds proves it all ;
Yes, healed heart can still bleed!
Healed heart can still bleed !
Some drops of gentle rain is all it need
To wash away those stains of blood.
The heart says - "Ah! Its hurts."
As it's too much to bear for oneself,
It's now time for the heart to restart itself.
Time passes, but the memories remains;
Good memories gives the heart peace,
Bad memories makes the heart bleed.
The only witness of our life is our heart and eye
when they bleed, we bleed too
Who shall stop this bleeding? - No one, but the heart itself;
All the scars heals gradually with time...
Oh! does it really heals? Or does it not?
but when those memories like bad omen hits hard,
Healed heart can still bleed !
my sad heart explodes
nature gives in many ways
best medication
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