it was not
enough
that rent was free in my inn
for you to stop
and stay with me
so i ran
out into the street
waving my arms frantically
as you passed by
chasing another
as desperately as i chased you
my dreams
i burned on your alters
my future
i offered up on your shrines
but you never came
so i spoke to you
as a rain cloud speaks
to the desert,
pouring myself into the sand
but my heart found
no oasis
there
{Here's the first part of Mercy Victorious. It's longer than the other short versions of the stories but still shorter than a full-length. I have to say, I think this has been my favorite to write and re-read - probably partly because the characters are inspired by real-life people and the story came in pictures, like Nikolai}
- For anyone who was wondering, I have come up with a cycle for posting my stories. Last week I posted Chapters of The Gifted Part 1, and The Gifted Part 2. This week I am posting a chapter of Thieves as well as a piece of poetry. Next week I will post a chapter of All the Time in the World and another piece of poetry. I would also like to clarify to anyone who reads The Gifted parts 1 & 2 that they are not the same story. Part 2 takes place after part 1, which is not completely posted yet.
Give me the faith,
The faith to believe,
That the more that I give,
The more I’ll receive.
Give me the faith,
The faith to understand,
That every single moment,
You hold in Your hand.
Give me the faith,
The faith to be strong,
To believe in Your promises,
when all appears wrong.
Give me the faith,
The faith to cope,
“O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled, as to console…” -St. Francis of Assisi
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Sometimes
loneliness
fills my heart, where You should be.
Why can’t I feel
You?
Heartbreak
is just a daily duty
which I can’t
overcome –
alone.
These days my only consolation
is thought after thought
of You.
These days
my constant isolation
is warmed by constant thoughts
of my Lamb’s blood –
sweat.
Agony
Picking myself up,
one more time
I'm trying,
to see through tears
once more, is my light dying?
I've surrendered
all that I know how,
can You just answer
and hold my heart?
It's been full and heavy
I want You
to renew it
into what will reflect Yours.
My littleness
is breaking
my humanity overtaking.
Will You set this right?
I'm asking for You to fight the fight.
When burdens are heavy
When pathways are dark
Okay, so I haven't had much time to work on my stories recently. Both of the chapters I am posting this week are pretty short as a result. Tell me what you think. :)
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We are weak and human and frail.
But He has been here and walked these sands
He has made everything with His hands.
He sees the pain and can give us healing
but what do we do with our needs and feelings?
We bring them to the world, dirty as it is,
we should bring it to Christ since we are His.
We ask it for help, and He cries.
We ask it for peace, and He closes His eyes.
We ask it for freedom, and He dies.
We ask it to build us, and He sighs.
It's far from over and not too late,