If He Loved The Broken

The Garden of Gethsemane - taken by a friend when she was in Israel.

If He Loved The Broken 

9/24/13

If Jesus knew your story,

Do you think that He would care?

Did you know that He is watching?

He's seen the pain within your stare.

If He could heal a leper,

And cast a demon to its knees,

Then He cares about the broken.

He hears His children's pleas.

If He could calm the ocean,

And bring dead men from the grave,

Then He has the power to rescue;

He has the strength to save.

If He could feed the thousands,

And change water into wine,

Then He can change what's little,

And fulfill every need of mine.

If He prayed for His disciples,

Though they all would run away,

All Heaven cries this echo,

“Lord, free Your child today!”

If He trod the path of sorrow,

And heard His friends all weep,

Then He knows the pain of loving

And the knife that cuts so deep.

If He loved the man beside Him -

A criminal left to die -

Then I know He holds forgiveness,

Though I stumble and I cry.

If He had the will to suffer,

Enduring every lash and scorn,

Then I pray that He'll remind us,

He loves us though we're torn.

~ZA

Lost In Silence

       The words of this blog post hit me hard: The 13th Floor Issue of Everything Left Unsaid . I know what this is talking about and have been through parts of it my share of times... At the root of it, most came about because I or another was afraid how the other would react if we said how we really felt... Those lessons were painful, but we have a new bond of honesty between us from it.

  The fact that I've dropped into periods of silence myself more than once, and that I've helped friends sort through similar situations tells me that this isn't an abnormal reaction in many cases. Misunderstandings happen, and those closest to us can cause us pain inadvertently or on purpose, but if you love someone you need to take the risk of talking it out... Silence to sort our thoughts or to try to let it go is not wrong - I'm just saying that you should never hold everything back and let the feelings of hurt take root in your friendship and grow. It will fester until you can hardly think of them without considering things said. Now there are times when it is not wise to speak out...but you should never choose to go silent because of fear.

What have I learned from these situations of my own and trying to help others in them? Silence won't heal the rift - If something is wrong, just say it. Don't close off and think it'll get better and justify the other person's actions. Let them know you value their friendship then honestly state what's been bothering you... A true friend will seek to help right things again.

"You will not wait for the silence to consume us, until all that we’re left with is polite conversation and shallow niceties. You will not let the uncomfortable pile in between us until we’re left drowning under the weight of things unsaid. You will not deny the realness of the situation or gloss over the details. You will say it to my face: “I value you too much to hide behind my own self-preservation. Come on. Let’s talk.“" -Isa Garcia 

"What I have learned from these relationships is that we were both too scared that if we said something, we would cross a divide, not knowing the irony: that there is nothing as divisive as silence.

Perhaps you will hesitate or put it off, until the very last minute. But, if you love me, you will do me the honor of valuing your transparency over my comfort." - Isa Garcia

 So here for you is a poem/freeverse/prose thingy trying to be a poem:


Lost In Silence 

11/22/13

I'd rather be silent than expose myself to you.

I'm probably just being stupid.

“Get over it!” Self mocks me.

You don't need to see how I'm feeling.

These feelings... they'll blow over, given time...

So I'll go quiet.

I'll close up.

I'll smile and pretend I'm doing okay.

Better to pretend than have to relive that again.

We both know something happened -

Now we tiptoe on glass shards that cut slivers on our feet

While pretending the glass never was broken...

You broke it.

I broke it.

We knocked it over together but

Neither of us wants to admit what we're really feeling.

“My fault. My fault. All of this is my fault,”

Those words sing-song laugh in my mind.

This guilt is mine but I'll hide that from you too -

No need for you to see how warped my thinking has become.

The thought of talking this out with you terrifies me

But it's also what I want the most...

The thing I want the most, yet I bury the possibility under layers.

Layers of, “It's not that important.”

“I should learn to deal with it by myself.”

“It wouldn't fix anything even if I tried.”

Can't take it. Close down thoughts. Shut them down. Go silent.

Not real silent – but the kind of silent that never brushes past,
 “Yeah, today was fine,”

To the real tangled up emotion.

You and I, we're still friends, but the tension is just below the surface.

“You hurt me!” Whispers the betrayed voice in my head.

“No... I'm just being stupid...”

“The fact that I can't let this go shows how poor a friend I am.”

We both know something is wrong

But walking on glass shards seems safer than cutting open the real problem.

Whose fault is it?

My fault?

Your fault?

In reality it's somewhat shared, but this silence has even bound that truth.

We go through the motions like everything's okay

While underneath we're pulling farther and farther apart.

What went wrong? I'm still not sure.

Yeah, maybe asking would help...

But I can't risk feeling that pain again.

Then one day

A little crack, a misplaced word, a meaningless jibe

And suddenly the landslide breaks.

Floods of hurt,

Confusion,

Longing,

Missing,

Not knowing -

All of it swirls about in chaotic wind.

“But why didn't you -”

“I didn't think you'd understand-”

“I felt alone -”

“I wanted you here -”

“Why did you -”

“Because I thought I'd lose you.”

The words flow free, exposing all the tangled strings.

We tied the knots together when we doubted each other's care.

We pulled back when all we really wanted was to be held closer...

So we both thought the damage being done was solely in our hands.

Our feelings twist and clench but we smooth things out bit by bit;

Apologies and promises of honesty

Give weight to our discussion.

In the end we're wiser than we were

And stronger friends in many ways.

Now we know...

Talking it out is painful,

But not as painful as pressing it down.

Honesty hurts, but it's worth it...

Because I never want to lose you, my friend,

To silence.

~ZA

Copyright © 2013 Ophelia M. Flowers

Still Will He Hold

 Still Will He Hold 11/4/12

All alone within the corner

Too ashamed to even pray.

The tears fall warm and heavy-

I long to simply run away.

How could I have done that?

Will He love me even still?

I turn, now harmed and broken.

Oh I've fallen from His will.

The pain within my anguish

Curls inside me as I cry.

Now truly I have failed Him,

Mocking words. I long to die.

The figure of my Master,

I know His presence very well.

We have walked through paths of laughter.

I'm ashamed how far I fell.

I try to hide within my corner.

Steadily He's drawing near.

In the midst of tears so many,

I can't even see Him clear.

Then a hand falls to my shoulder.

I wait for words of angry scorn.

But instead I hear the words,

“Child draw nearer and get warm.”

He leads me to the fire.

I shy away from the light.

Now He can fully see it.

I want to hide within the night.

I linger for His judgment,

Believing now He'll cast me down.

How can He forgive me

When I've muddied my white gown?

His eyes meet mine gently;

Kind hands wipe tears away.

“Oh little one, I love you.

Let me take the burden away.”

“But why would You take it?

Can't You see what I have done?

You used to call me friend,

But I've spit upon Your Son.”

There's pain within His look now.

“Oh child, do you still not know?”

He pulls me to His chest.

“For you I've bled and been made low.”

“How then do You love me?

If I'm the cause of Your pain?”

I do not understand this.

My look falls to my new stain.

“Child once You've been forgiven,

I will never let you go.

Turn to me within your sorrow,

Or your burden will yet grow.”

I give to Him the darkness,

His touch turns it white.

The burden I had carried

Is now blessedly light.

“I know that you stumble,

I've seen the things you do.

But no matter how you've fallen,

My blood has made you new.”

He's seen me as I've faltered,

He knows the doubts so bold,

But He reminds that I am growing-

Though I sin, still will He hold.

~ZA

Copyright © 2012 Ophelia M. Flowers

Still Will He Hold

 

Still Will He Hold 11/4/12

All alone within the corner

Too ashamed to even pray.

The tears fall warm and heavy-

I long to simply run away.

 

How could I have done that?

Will He love me even still?

I turn, now harmed and broken.

Oh I've fallen from His will.

 

The pain within my anguish

Curls inside me as I cry.

Now truly I have failed Him,

Mocking words. I long to die.

 

The figure of my Master,

I know His presence very well.

We have walked through paths of laughter.

I'm ashamed how far I fell.

 

I try to hide within my corner.

Steadily He's drawing near.

In the midst of tears so many,

I can't even see Him clear.

 

Then a hand falls to my shoulder.

I wait for words of angry scorn.

But instead I hear the words,

“Child draw nearer and get warm.”

 

He leads me to the fire.

I shy away from the light.

Now He can fully see it.

I want to hide within the night.

 

I linger for His judgment,

Believing now He'll cast me down.

How can He forgive me

When I've muddied my white gown?

 

His eyes meet mine gently;

Kind hands wipes tears away.

“Oh little one, I love you.

Let me take the burden away.”

 

“But why would You take it?

Can't You see what I have done?

You used to call me friend,

But I've spit upon Your Son.”

 

There's pain within His look now.

“Oh child, do you still not know?”

He pulls me to His chest.

“For you I've bled and been made low.”

 

“How then do You love me?

If I'm the cause of Your pain?”

I do not understand this.

My look falls to my new stain.

 

“Child once You've been forgiven,

I will never let you go.

Turn to me within your sorrow,

Or your burden will yet grow.”

 

I give to Him the darkness,

His touch turns it white.

The burden I had carried

Is now blessedly light.

 

“I know that you stumble,

I've seen the things you do.

But no matter how you've fallen,

My blood has made you new.”

 

He's seen me as I've faltered,

He knows the doubts so bold,

But He reminds that I am growing-

Though I sin, still will He hold.

 

~ZA

 

Copyright © 2012 Ophelia M. Flowers