Cynthia Lucas

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Tell it to my Heart

Actions speak louder than words, at least that's what they say. But alot of what I see I still find hard to believe. In this life we must live, we must breath. Sometimes without much reason. You can take a heart, you can even break a heart. But can you put it back together again. As a child I read of humpty dumpty. He fell down and couldn't be put back together again, and ring around the rosie which states we all fall down. So then wouldn't it then also be true that if we all fall down there is no hope of being put back together again. These are things taught to us as children, and much of what we learn as a child, we carry into adulthood. If you take a piece of fragile glass, perfect and beautiful, and throw it to the floor, then stomp all over it, can you then change your mind and piece it back together. If we take what we learn as children the answer is no. We cannot. So if you take a heart, throw it to the same floor and stomp all over it, can it then be piece back together. I think not. No words, no actions, no changes in life can take what you've destroyed and make it whole and perfect and beautiful again. It will always be damaged, always be broken, always be... shattered. The slightest jarring could render it in pieces once more. It doesn't make it stronger, doesn't make it more beautiful. It just makes it that much more damaged and unfit for another perfect heart. Life is a fickle thing. It takes it's own course and the actions we take can change that course for better or for worse. Sometimes for better then the actions of someone else can take it all away and make it far worse than ever imagined. Then they can tell you how very sorry they are, and that they wanna make it up to you, but can they? Sadly, no. Sometimes things, most especially those that are not material. Cannot be given back or made up. You can tell a heart you're sorry, you can promise this and that. But in the end... nothing can change what has been done. Win or lose, right or wrong, whether up or down. It will always be just that... Broken.

 

Making it through the day

              Making it through the Day                      by, Seanna Marie

Fading strands of sunlight filter through my reverie,

dropping thoughts of you into my mind.

Falling into my consciousness like rain.

Cool, refreshing drops of you, 

waking and restoring my tired soul.

Just what I needed, All that I craved.

Bringing new life into me.

My face alight with joy, body warmed by desire

Only thoughts of you can bring.

I move forward with purpose,

each step I take bringing me home to you.

The Spark

                                                      The Spark

                    by, Seanna Marie                                                     

What starts out in life as a bright light, a beacon of love and pure joy for all to see, one of God's most beautiful creations, set here to bring, light, love, peace, joy, happiness and truth, when set in the wrong hands begins to dim. The light begins to go out and disappear from the world, as those hands h do not cherish, but covet that light. Covet it, hide it, contain it, and smother it. The once bright and beautiful light dims, soon becoming a bright spark, fading fast no air to sustain it, no fuel to ignite it. It begins to die. The once glorious light God gave, after being taken, hoarded and hurt, misused and mistreated, smothered and deprived gives up its glow. Taking its leave of this world, never again to return, never again to warm, enlighten or fill with light and love any living thing ever again. It has truly become nothing.

Please, help me to make a stand against bullying. Don't let our children become broken angels. 

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The Darkness

A/N This poem is about depression, if you suffer from depression you may very well understand this, there is hope. Hope through prayer, medication, counseling. Talking to someone is a very good tool. Don't just stay locked up in the darkness, you are not alone. God loves you. If you need help or have any questions, feel free to drop me a line, I am not a counselor, just a friend willing to point you in the right direction. In Christ's unconditional love, Seanna Bowman

The Darkness

There used to be so much color

so much light

peace and happiness in my world

time had so much meaning,

I didn't much think about the darkness and the things that were in it.

But somewhere, at some point in time,

I don't know how, I don't know when, things began to go dim. I don't understand it. I look around me, I see all the blessings God has seen fit to give me. I don't deserve them. Not a single one. Yet here they are. My children, my home, family, his own grace, mercy, peace. These bright spots, I reach for, I reach with all my might. I strain to see, the darkness is all around me, pulling me down. I pray, I cry out to the brightest spot of all out of the darkness inside myself, I cry out to the Father, because I can't reach, I can't see. The darkness is everywhere, I reach out to Him from the darkness, and He pulls me into the light.