jettison (part two).
some things are better left unsaid. and some are not. the time came when the decision was made to fight for what is mine. there is something i learned about fighting when i was a child. if you're going to fight, you have to do it until you cannot do it any longer. to the end. now, the end can come about in more ways than just the death of the enemy. it can come about the simple realization that they have no power over you except what you give. not that this is always the case, of course. slaves, captives, exploited people - they did not give up the power that keeps them enslaved, captive or taken advantage of. and, in some of those cases, it will take far more than just a 'realization'.
but when it comes to forgiveness, which is the theme of current postings, well, thats a matter of the heart. Of feeling. Of things that can't be put into words.
nevertheless, she tried.
I cannot nurture the flowers of lies
That line the path of your heart
I cannot mend the shattered mirrors
Reflecting the faces of your demons
I cannot heal tears and bruises
In the depths of your fractured soul
I cannot stay and feed this tragedy
It is not mine to embrace or endure
it is finished. those words were uttered by Christ, as He completed payment for the sin of the world. In this particular case, it seems appropriate to acknowledge He who began a good work, and is faithful to complete it, for it is only He that can heal what we leave behind. And, when we leave it behind, guess what? as we begin to see more clearly, we see that what we left behind was what was holding us back or down.
thanks donner.