Freedominion

How is it that we fought,
So determined to gain freedom and
Once we have it,
We try to steal it from our enemies
Or claim it from who we deem unworthy to choose?

Too often the words we use are even
Sticky with the possibility of capture.
We must be so right
But if we aren't we will still have someone within grasp.
As we feel our freedom slipping
We snatch at others
As if freedom were a thing borrowed
- Not bought -

More thoughts? Go here: Jesus the Christ

Embrace

I cried yesterday.

It was as natural as turning a page and
Thinking about it,
I can't help but smile as my tears well up again.

I wonder where this wealth of emotion erupts from.
I weirdly don't mind it.


And now I listen to sweetly sad songs.


Where joy dwells...
Is it home to sorrow also?

Or perhaps
Through sorrow,
Joy.



I find both in my tears.

Great and Spacious

O! To the wailing wall of worry!
It calls.
It beckons,
In the weeping and waiting -
As it prowls with hunger
and desires the life of your soul.
Must you give it up?
Bit by bit like
Dropping petals from a wilted flower?
And
THEN
What have you?
As the sorrows consume you
With bitterness and sour laughter,
You scream from loneliness.
They never told you!
- you say -
You never knew!
The contract signed,
You walked towards it.
O! How it shrank with every step you took!

Guilt

I squished a spider today.
I didn't hesitate. I don't feel bad about it. I'd do it again.

Smile!

Did you know that there are over 30 different ways to smile? There is only one smile that is automatically recognized as genuine and it is as contagious as a yawn. Just by smiling, you will feel joy and those around you will get a percentage of that - even if they don't smile back. And that's not all. Just by making someone else happy, you will experience more joy than if you alone were happy. There are statistics that show that we get more joy from celebrating someone else's triumphs than from our own.
So smile!

A Girl

A girl got raped down the street from me the other day.
It was 3 in the afternoon.
It took her 3 hours before she could crawl out where someone would see her.
Her jaw is broken, among other things.
They say the guy probably thought she was dead or would be.
I can't help but wonder...
Did she always walk that path?
Did she see him coming?
Is she the type of person that carries mace at night,
like me?
Did she think she was going to die?
Does she have someone to take care of her now?
Are her parents nearby?
What will become of her?
Is she OK?