Thursday, March 7, 2024

The Reality


 Why did they not want me, God?
Was it something that I did?
Or was it that I may be flawed,
and that they would be rid
of the love I held within,
all that I had to give?
Was, for them, my heart a sin?
Why'd they not let me live?
And God held me much closer still,
and said He didn't know,
that it had been part of His will
that I'd be born and grow
and learn to laugh and learn to play...
and then He had to turn away.

Let this be an engraving
upon your Christian heart,
dedication to the saving
of those who stand apart
and weeping watch the great parade
of life go passing by.
For them the party is charade
for they are marked to die.
They are merely in the way,
an inconvenience,
but you can do much more than pray
with the best intents,
so rise and carry home the fight,
and roll back their coming night.

Under three minutes.

It was Barb writing the second sonnet. She didn't want to claim credit.

I can't think of any music to go with this

Neither can Sylvia.



18 comments:

  1. I am not sure I understand but it sounds sad. God be with you both. I am praying for some ravens to restore you. 1 Kings 17 verse 2

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    1. Thank you so much for this, and for the Scripture.

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  2. Sometimes we feel unwanted. Sometimes suffering is so overwhelming it crushes hope. My husband has been through much of this. But God never turns away. He only did this for Jesus, for us. May God help you feel His presence in your pain, even if through the kind and loving presence of your wife. May He help you hope in the crushed places.

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    1. I love the way you put this, that He is with you in the crushed places. Thank you.

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  3. This reminds me of the Footprints in the Sand where God answered the life traveler, "I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you." ~Mary Stevenson

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  4. Reminds me to keep my eyes open to those who feel like they are on the outside. In some ways, I've felt unwanted and in the way and I hope that it prompts me to be more compassionate rather than bitter. I'm so grateful for God who never leaves me - or you, or anyone - alone, but I think he wants us to extend that love in tangible ways to others. Prayers for you both today.

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    1. Kym, it's so true...and valuable...the the trials through which we live can soften our hearts in compassion.

      May it always be so.

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  5. It's not letting me sign in! GAH. Anyways, your poem fits so well with the book I just finished listening to "born survivors". So many just stopped and watched the destruction of people groups in WW2. I pray that I would not have been one of them. FMF11

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    1. Blogger can be really weird sometimes!

      It is awful that so many people...and nations...have stood by to merely watch tragedy. The film Hotel Rwanda really brings this home.

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  6. Our Lord always ministered to the "down and out," to all those who were outcasts, misfits. He sees, He knows and He cares. May we learn to care, too. Your words are always so poignant, Andrew. Thank you. Blessings to you and Barb! xo

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    1. Gayl, thank you so much. In a world in which hate (on both sides, I don't do politics) has become normalized, we really have to answer the call to see that there's a heart, beloved of God, behind every label.

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  7. Carry on the fight....I'm not sure I know who you are speaking of but I cannot help but think of the unborn, aborted baby.

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    1. That image, of the aborted child, was actually the genesis of the sonnet.

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  8. I'm not sure either, who you are addressing, although it makes me think of the unborn??
    Never knew Barb is also a talented sonnet writer.

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    1. Yes, Grams, it was written originally for the unborn.

      I keep telling Barb she should take over the blog. She just laughs.

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  9. I read the fight as for abundant, Kingdom life in ourselves and those we brush past in time.

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    1. Dawn, I love the way you said this, that the fight is for those we brush past in time. Bravo!

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