Cicadas' Scream

I remember when we left our house on Kaucher Lane
We put our things in storage
We decided to finish out the winter in the old rv
We found a nice spot in a park near friends
We brought along all the comforts and parked them
Right there along side the camper

We even put the big yard swing at the back of the camper facing the woods
And set the chimenea next to it for cozy evenings by the fire
It never was cozy tho

We set up the computer and closet space in a rented outbuilding
And set up a toy box for family times underneath.
It never was fun tho

Did you know that when the cicadas buzzed
Their screeching was so loud that no one could hear?
I used to creep outside at night
And sit in the swing to cry

It was more like a deep gut sobbing
And I found that I could scream
And rail against Jehovah, God himself

And no one could hear.
Maybe the cicadas were loud enough
That even God could not hear
My impotent rage and pain
Spit out into the wind and trees

Three

The Bible speaks of discernment
To hear and understand, but to think as well
Not to follow blindly but to study
To know and to lead

There are three

Three men who caused the pain
Three of offspring to suffer

There are three

Three faces of man to make it right
Three of offspring to live

From the day of Adams sin
His death began and it spread
To suffer in the sweat of his face
To eat the fruit of his war

To the resurrection of Christ
His death repaid and he reigns
To suffer his Kingly throne
To witness the wages of sin

There are three

Three lives of the children
Who eat the lies
Three children to suffer

There are three

A man we await
Who was once and forever
Who has left but not gone

There is one
A love to suffer
A truth to tell and understand
One truth
Discerned

Rembrandt http://www.mirrorservice.org/sites/gutenberg.org

Proverbs 8:1

Is not wisdom calling out? Is not discernment raising its voice?

The History of My Heart (Part 4) by Victoria Meyers (27 of 30)

The history of my heart has a latest chapter. One of exquisite love and ultimate horror. It's name can only be called, pain. With death, and death, and new love and hope dashed. Wings spread and soaring heights of love that fall and fall and fall to a fiery burning depth. It was going to be the final victory and it became the final torment. The depths of the mothers torment and the wife's desire know only the rule of heart.

Salvation found and peace and joy cultivated for nothing and lost, maybe forever? The sins of the father, on the son are nothing compared to the sin of Eve on my child. On my heart. A wicked indulgence to be so bold, so crass. To question Jehovah, God, the only way to peace and the furthest fall from grace.

The heart that finally found the greatest love, that finally found the highest purest love and then lost it. The heart that finally found the most exquisite peace and the joy and loss, and loss and broken carnage of soul.

The heart polluted by the demon that came in so many forms, the trickster. The lover. The death. The pain.

A beach, some wine and sweet sweet promise of death yanked away. The fall of hope rising, and falling and rising and falling again. Like a Ferris Wheel ride. My heart could take no more of the dizzying heights and garish carnival lights, looking down on the crowds of soulless mournful ants and wind rushing through the iron spokes the roar of the wind, the hideous musical joyous ride of a lifetime.

Where does one go to find such pain? Arkansas. Florida. Anywhere it seems.

The history of my heart has not ended. The history of my heart continues to unfold. With sickening hope it blinks its moist eyes once again in the sunlight, in the morning mist. It hopes, it breathes it refuses once again to die.

Three deaths are visited upon this heart this life, pray it will not be four, pray it will be released. Pray it is forgiven. Pray. Pray . Pray.

Pray the vine grow forth from my fingertips, thru my pencil tips. Pray the vine with heart shaped leaves will spread its lush green healing over the girl in the chair. Pray the vine will carry the forgiveness of the light thru its lifeblood to overtake the pain, to overtake the life and soothe away the shame.

Pray the vine heals, the green love spreads far and wide and covers the earth with hushed softness and rainforest strength of the oldest and tallest and strongest.

Pray.

To Be Continued....

Friend by Victoria Meyers (10 of 30)

Someday soon I'll be headed back
I was on my way but I lost my track
I was a little girl with a dream
Who had no one to listen to her scream
But there is a new day up ahead
And a new way to fend off the dread
I do believe that you really can go home again
Once you shake off the fear and find a friend
 Sometimes that friend is nearby
Or He might be in your sky
When your search for love is through
Then you'll find that friend in you

~Friend by Victoria Meyers

I, You, We, but HE by Victoria Meyers (9 of 30)

I live in a world full of "I"
I must be fed
I must be clothed
I must be housed
I must be entertained

It goes further because

I have a right
I have a need
I have a want

You come into play because
You should hire me
You should accept me
You should entertain me
You should grant my rights
You should fill my wants
You should understand my needs
You should listen to my voice
You should be my friend

We have needs
We have wants
We have rights
We must eat
We must be housed
We must be clothed
We should entertain each other
We should listen to each other
We should grant each other rights

But He sacrificed His life to give it all to us

He listens to us
He has granted our rights
He will fulfill our needs
He will fulfill our wants

That we will be fed
That we will be clothed
That we will be housed
That will will be entertained
 That we should live under the Law of Love

 “‘You must love Jehovah* your God with your whole heart and with your whole soul* and with your whole strength and with your whole mind’ and ‘your neighbor as yourself.’” ~Luke 10:27

~I, You, We, but HE by Victoria Meyers