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Dark Clouds Hiding the Storm
Posted : 6 Jul, 2008 01:00 PM
HEY everyone, Once again, I've found great talent amongst us. User name Sonnet has been broken in many areas and gets some release by her poetry. I find it very moving and thought many women of GOD here would find it compelling to say the least. Check it out and send her a note of encouragement, May HIS presence be felt on this HolySabbath.:goofball:
Dark Cloud's Hiding The Storm
by His Grace -- Sharon L/w Brown
written January 24, 1994
It's been a long time since I grew up
On daddy's one man peanut farm,
A shy little child a� covering myself
Like a dark cloud hiding the storm.
Feeling my way through thunderous nights
Trembling amid the chase of lightning�s flash,
Just to lay on a cold board floor by mama's bed
Praying I could stay and the moment last.
But it never did!
Morning came, parting more than the dawn with rain . . .
Oh, there's no safe place to make your bed
Laying on a pallet of mortal frailties!
Surely, mama would have told me if she could
What's become a life of storm and mysteries.
That this worlds flesh, gold, or gain's
Were little more than vaporous dreams,
But we could never talk much, cause the chores needed done
That I'd do, trying hard to please.
Though, I seldom did!
Driven back within by other kind of hailstones fallin' down . . .
Even overlooked wrongs in the boy mama liked
Trusting more in her than anything else,
Not knowing life with another could be so long
Married to a man who only liked himself.
No! I didn't know a lot of things
Maybe least of all how to truly love,
But I did know what I didn't have
And his "kind" wasn't enough.
It never is!
Lightening seared a hurting young woman's heart . . .
I ran around, then I ran to him
Wanting to make everything "right",
But we had more problems than the one I had
Too bad! Cause I wasn't "turned" to fight.
Couldn't fight for him, couldn't fight the sin
Tormenting the life blood in my soul,
But it was way back then that I started to pray
O! Father! Please don't let go!
And "He" never did!
Coming in like the power of an unseen wind . . .
So, I told the next man "I loved the Lord"
"And would he love my God with me"?
Guess he thought the words were just a game
For he became something I'd never seen.
Never got to build on what I thought we'd have
A terrorized victim in his hands,
Three years later and it all ended
Right before happening again.
It always did!
O! Sweet Lord! I don't mean to let You down . . .
Could almost hear my Jesus say
"Father, please intercede for this woman-girl",
Hearing him plea for my soul
Explaining my blind bondage to the world.
Still --- One more time I married
Though not before some "healing" time alone,
Stepping-stone�s in the Physicians hands
For "He" was gonna lead me home.
And "He" is!
His staff holds up the blue skies of my mind . . .
Knowing how I've become more broken
In the swirling storm's of my despairs,
He talks and teaches me through each consequence
Lest I drown in the hurt of dammed up tears.
O! Father! If deaf from the thunder long ago
My! Lord! An inner spirit is listening now!
Wanting to be, what You want of me
But it seems I don't know how!
If I ever did!
Since counting on a cold board floor by mama's bed . . .
Cause husband number four has become a gambler
And like our debts, my shame could reach the sky,
One church has already turned me away
And days are, I'd rather die!
Oh! Lord! Can I make a pallet
Beside the bed of Your Spirit tonight?
The thunder yet roars and the lightning�s flashing
O! Sweet Jesus! I'll be real quiet!
And I am!
Whispering "Thanks!� 'Neath the dark cloud of my storms . . .
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