I’ve been asked by my pal, Penwick Verus, at MakingPeaceWithShadows, to be a partner on the journey of healing—through writing about shadow ghosts of the Past, while seeking revelation from God. Pen is courageous, deems it inglorious that any should enter pearled gates of Heaven dragging Marley’s chains; and as I’m (hopeful) committed to an overcomer’s destiny, I trust that God will “lead on”.
Since many “mental health issues” stem from past trauma, it’s our prayer that some small word might benefit a reader of our blogs, encouraging other’s quest for healing. So here we go—my first ‘partner’ offering…and if I understand the plan, Pen will take up the discussion on the other blog.
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Ghosts are quick on the trigger
Shadows sideways slither…
Can’t always lasso, take them captive.
New wraith corp must be Special-Ops-trained
Tripwires wherever cautious boots step.
It’s not easy to block out, avoid ghost voices…
They drape mind with memories, scenes
Painted backdrop on today’s stage;
Cue battle score, harsh lyrics…words
Assault heart like leather strop lashes
Cut, bruise spirit black ‘n blue anew.
Hunkered down in holy bunker, church-channel devotee…
But soul only absorbs so many Bible
Messages, inspiring testimonies.
Entertainment fare—movies, dramas
Documentaries, comedy—hide razor blades;
Commercials—smiling costumes sewn with sly
Pockets concealing sentimental sharp stones.
Devil’s minions, fiery darts dipped in toxins
Aim recollections, unfinished business with
People who once walked through my days;
Left me stripped, mere rags to mop bloody brow.
Abused, abandoned, I gnaw gray moldy bones
Of disappointment…disillusioned, taste remembrance as
Bitter bread of communion on tongue.
Tormentors long gone in death, dissolution…
I can’t now gird loins to answer back, make
Them hurt; avenge egregious wrongs still
Hounding restless dreams, weary consciousness—
Or grant them my own needed absolution.
I know I must “let go”, forgive, to move forward…
I’m not glad, proud, clenching poison to my breast.
I’d sell all to please God, obey and be free of
Steel trap of the Past, rusted teeth holding fast…
I’m not fed, filled by fury—hollows inside echo empty.
“Jesus loves them…loves…Jesus loves me.”
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