Echoes

 

The problem is not that I hate my life.

My life on Earth is not so bad.

I have a home and a reliable car.

I have food to eat and never go hungry.

I have a dependable job that is better than many.

I make enough money to pay all of my bills.

I am saved by Grace and Mercy of the living God and

          He claims me as His own.

I am the bride of Christ who loved me so much he

          took my death to save me.

I can see and hear; I can feel and touch; I can taste

          and smell the world around me.

I am able to move and walk and climb without assistance.

I can read and write and do math and science.

I can hug and be hugged and I can speak and sing.

I can be serious and I can be silly.

I can be passionate or turn cold.

I can ride a horse or a motorcycle, even if not as well

          as in my dreams.

I can think and hope.

I can rhyme as the mood strikes.

I can feel all the ups and downs of the roller-coaster world we live in.

But;

 

There is something inside me that rages and sobs for the things

          I don’t have.

Something much deeper than conscious thought, beyond the

          open places in my mind.

Something that does not want to wake in the morning.

It knows what I have, but despairs for what I have not.

Something that lives in the deepest place in my soul and it’s

          whimpers heard loudest in the night when the world is still,

          but not confined only to the darkest hours.

Something that feels broken and worthless;

Cast away rubbish that no one wants.

It cries out in the darkness with tears and pleading; sometimes

          just begging, but always a prayer.

Still trudging forward, it’s lost echoes unanswered, the last

          hope now faded through the long empty night.

 

12/07/23

RaF

Fade to Gray

Brilliant colors start to fade
Sharp clear sounds grow dim
What once was clear begins to blur
What once brought joy, now grim.

The world was never what you thought
No hearts were ever true
The cutting pain of opened eyes
Now dulled to empty blue.

What once was hope in future joy
Like faith, has gone away
No more dark and lonely thoughts
Just endless shades of gray.

There's nothing left but empty dreams
No anger, joy, or pain,
Just an endless dreary sea of gray
A life lost in the rain.

Like Rosencrantz and Guildenstern

Like Rosencrantz and Guildenstern


All of our lives, from the the cradle to the grave

we are taught that we're the heroes;

of our story as it unfolds.



We are taught that our lives are determined by our choices,

if we are true to ourselves,

then the our story will unfold like in all the old tales.



But that is a lie we create in the dark

to give ourselves hope

and focus of purpose.



We are not the heroes battling for Justice

we are not even the main characters

of this cosmic play.



Like Rosencrantz and Guildenstern

believing we have purpose as we drift through the story

only minor characters waiting in the wings.



Never realizing the depths of our own unimportance

until we're disposed of, unseen and off stage.

Merely a footnote at the end of the play.



Rebecca

Choices

I come into your presence here
With shattered heart and soul
At the end of all I am
Longing to be whole.

All the wisdom of this world
Leads to an empty grave
You alone my only hope
You alone can save.

So Father, now I come to You
Forgive my doubts and fears
Forgive the sins I’ve held so long
Forgive my wayward years.

Save me from the emptiness
Lift me from this strife
Fill me with your presence
Holy Spirit, Take my life.

Breathe your breath of life in me
Make me something new,
Change my heart and fill me with
Desire for only You.

God of Glory, Hope, and Joy
Mercy , Peace, and Love
Take my life and make it Yours
Fill me from above.

Rebecca Franklin07/27/10

Heartbeat

In a single heartbeat the truth is reveled.
The bonds of love and friendship fall
Like luminance raindrops of shimmering glass
With soundless explosions they shatter on the ground
Filling the air with the buzz of countless shards
Shooting into their target of soft tissue and bone
Not strong enough to kill, but leaving no place untouched
When the last tear falls there is only the darkness
That eats at the broken and bleeding soul
With punctured lungs and still beating heart.

Greater Love

I did not know you heard me
When I cried out in the night,
I did not know you answered
For I couldn’t see the light;

I did not know you held me
When my friends all let me down,
I did not know you guarded
Where there was evil all around;

I did not know you guided
Through the darkness and the pain,
I did not know you cared,
That my tears were not in vane;

I did not know your angels
Brought me safely through the blaze,
I did not know I’d find you
At the center of the maze;

I did not know through all the years
You never left my side,
I did not know, but I know now
The reason that you died!

Lost in the Swamp

I rocked the boat
I caused the crash
I am responsible
For the shattered remains.

I knew the risk
But in seeking my hope
I lost something more precious
Than the jewel that I sought.

Only now in the darkness
Do I see the true loss
Of a treasure more valuable
Than delusion or dream.

Dear God up in heaven
Please bind up the broken
Repair what was damaged
Restore what was lost.

I followed my own path
Chasing will-o-wisp promises,
And now find myself
All alone in the night.

The blame is all mine,
Still I beg for Your Mercy
And pray for Your Grace
To heal and restore.

I repent the self-seeking
And ask for forgiveness,
For You are my only hope
Of receiving true love.

03/17/09

Love is patient, Love is kind, It does not envy, it does not boast, It is not proud, It is not rude, It is not self-seeking, It is not easily angered, It keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth.Love always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends. Corinthians 13 : 4 - 8