Complicated love
A poem . . .
This complicated love
Lies in the river of understatement
I love but detest
The apple you swallow and share
Twisted stems of gestures
Not overlaid in gold
Branches of words
Not producing growth
They echo in my mind
Eat my insides
The core I implemented
I innocently allowed
I was just a child
Past shadows of guilt and shame
Want to lead the way
Unholy compassion
Wants to overtake
False honoring
Wants to protect
The Bread is done
Truth is eaten
Not his statues, judgments, idols
But His ways, commandments, and fruit
No more snares distorted and playing apple
I throw them out
I don’t plant the core, the seeds
I burn them, so there is no tree
I will no longer swallow, digest
With kind confidence, I release
Scripture Reference: Proverbs 25:11, Ezekiel 20:18-20, and Galatians 5:22-23
I am still going to take some time off from social media, but felt a nudge to release this poem I wrote a couple of months ago . . .
I was in the middle of editing my book this afternoon and was looking through some old boxes to try and find a devotional I was referencing within my book. Never found the devotional, but what I did find were my old journals from high school.
Here is a little something I wrote, maybe my sophomore or junior year, that is in relation to the above poem.
there are two sides of him one good one bad its kinda like rain in a way we need rain to help things grow to help me grow but too much rain is not good rain can damage things damage me
If anyone has parents that are alcoholics or were, I am so sorry. You are not alone. The Lord has re-parented me in so many ways and He can do the same for you. No matter if you are 20, 30, 40, 50, 60, 70, 80, 90 . . . you will always be His little girl or son. Let the Lord father you, hold you, and keep you. He will heal you. 🩶
But now, thus says the LORD, who created you, O Jacob,
And He who formed you, O Israel:
“Fear not, for I have redeemed you;
I have called you by your name;
You are Mine.” (Isaiah 43:1)
Love, Ashley
Photo Recognition: Apple by Jan Huber on Unsplash. Bird by Sonia Pineyro on Unsplash. Thank you!
And thus lies the balancing act each and every one of us plays…daily, sometimes hourly.
Your poem shows us that although the balance may be off, anything of too much is as bad as too little of the same thing.
People believe that life needs to be in balance to be good, that we need to have equality of both sides; while not realizing that is unattainable on any scale.
We feel bad or good whenever our scales are uneven, which is most of the time. Yet we do that to chase the smooth, evenness that, by design, is fleeting because to do so… would render us unfeeling.