Like cold steel shackles chafe and burn the skin, rubbing raw and scaring. I watch despair and incapacitating obligation bite viciously through to their bones.
Then a flash of bright springtime green with little yellow flowers dotting the field and cotton wisps floating in the air. In slow motion stretching, yearning eyes heavenward, leaving the earth she leaps, a pirouette of joyous vibrant color, the icy black chains falling broken back to the ground.
and back again to black eyed doubt and duty. Peeling wallpaper, rust and must make their home in bewildered blinded hearts, becoming embittered - cracked and peeling just like the walls of this cell. Like late fall leaves caught up in a thorny juniper, dry and crackling, so fragile after a season with no rain.
How to remove them without crushing them to dust?
The enemy watches too. Giggling with glee at his priceless catch of princes and queens.
Oh tears! Sweet gift of tears! Flow like sacred waters of baptism. Immerse these drying souls and soften them - be a salve for their affliction. Holy tears from our savior.
Look up and feel the life giving summer rain as it kicks up coronas of dead and dying dust all around you with each weighty plop.
Plop
Plop
Stand up from the spiritual squalor and humbly stretch your needy arms upward in the downpour of his compassion and care.
Lord hear our prayer.
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