Post by Honeylioness on Oct 13, 2015 20:46:30 GMT -5
BRUISING
Shadowy purple bruising covers the back of my hand
Outward and visible evidence of trauma hidden from view.
My soul, assaulted by drugs, pain, loss of control and privacy
reels ….. seeking sanctuary and refuge.
“Where is God?” someone asks.
“I don’t know” I reply
My mind, scripture-immersed, says
“He is here”
My heart cannot agreed
This is not a time for theory, I need reality
Loneliness looms, dark and jagged
cold, gray, harsh.
In the midst of noise and activity
I am isolated, cut off.
Brooke appears,
assurance derived from brokenness.
Comfort – like a tiny green shoot
sprouts out of a shared struggle.
She casts a lifeline and I stretch for it.
Jesus IS the only way.
~ Rebecca Dawson
March 2015
Shadowy purple bruising covers the back of my hand
Outward and visible evidence of trauma hidden from view.
My soul, assaulted by drugs, pain, loss of control and privacy
reels ….. seeking sanctuary and refuge.
“Where is God?” someone asks.
“I don’t know” I reply
My mind, scripture-immersed, says
“He is here”
My heart cannot agreed
This is not a time for theory, I need reality
Loneliness looms, dark and jagged
cold, gray, harsh.
In the midst of noise and activity
I am isolated, cut off.
Brooke appears,
assurance derived from brokenness.
Comfort – like a tiny green shoot
sprouts out of a shared struggle.
She casts a lifeline and I stretch for it.
Jesus IS the only way.
~ Rebecca Dawson
March 2015