I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Thursday, April 6, 2017
The lost ones
He tried to let her know it would be all right. Eventually.
Life wouldn't always be this painful. The world wouldn't always be this brutal.
Give it time, little one. Give it another chance. Come back.”
Louise Penny, A Fatal Grace
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They are everywhere
The lost ones
Told by their parents that they are stupid
That they will never be enough
They have believed
Told by lovers they were ugly
And worthless
They have believe
Beaten emotionally
And physically
They drag wounded souls
Through countless days
Hiding
Turtle like
Inside shells of silence
Or addiction
Or fear
Terrified by the brutality
Frozen by the pain
Afraid even of themselves
Waiting for someone
Anyone
To sing the song of grace and love
And call them back
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