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An offering of heartaches,
an offering of attempts,
Gifts not fully given,
dreams not fully dreamt.
I hope my stumblings have direction,
as I strive for Visions with wider view.
This is my gift of ashes
of the love I once had for you.
Someday I will be raised again from ashes,
and healing shall come to pain,
though spring has turned to winter,
and sunshine turned to rain.
This Rain, I see, you use for growing,
as I pray that your world will be made anew,
From an offering of ashes,
my precious offering to you.
~*~
I am sad that I can't be there. I wish I was strong enough to be there with you, to give you some token of my love for your life yet again. Alas, I have given you everything at that time, and have nothing more to give. But if the Spirit will allow you to hear me, in this moment, though I am far away, and you are where I can not be, please know this: I am with you always , or at least the best part of me is with you.
That part of me, the very pearl of my heart, is my perenial gift to you, along with all that God deigns to give through it. I know you want something more simple, for me to return. And how I wish i could. But for now I must stay safe in my tower of ivory, lest you destroy me with your failings and shortcommings, or without meaning to. My love for you is without condition. However, that fact does not render me immune to the pain I feel when I am near you, and when I am reminded. I refuse to allow this bitterness to reach you and lash out against you, and all that I can do to contain it and remedy it are in effect.
If only I coul tell you this... if only the Spirit would let you hear me.
an offering of attempts,
Gifts not fully given,
dreams not fully dreamt.
I hope my stumblings have direction,
as I strive for Visions with wider view.
This is my gift of ashes
of the love I once had for you.
Someday I will be raised again from ashes,
and healing shall come to pain,
though spring has turned to winter,
and sunshine turned to rain.
This Rain, I see, you use for growing,
as I pray that your world will be made anew,
From an offering of ashes,
my precious offering to you.
~*~
I am sad that I can't be there. I wish I was strong enough to be there with you, to give you some token of my love for your life yet again. Alas, I have given you everything at that time, and have nothing more to give. But if the Spirit will allow you to hear me, in this moment, though I am far away, and you are where I can not be, please know this: I am with you always , or at least the best part of me is with you.
That part of me, the very pearl of my heart, is my perenial gift to you, along with all that God deigns to give through it. I know you want something more simple, for me to return. And how I wish i could. But for now I must stay safe in my tower of ivory, lest you destroy me with your failings and shortcommings, or without meaning to. My love for you is without condition. However, that fact does not render me immune to the pain I feel when I am near you, and when I am reminded. I refuse to allow this bitterness to reach you and lash out against you, and all that I can do to contain it and remedy it are in effect.
If only I coul tell you this... if only the Spirit would let you hear me.