I have hope within a multitude of faith.
I have joy with increments of sadness.
So cliche this emotional rollercoaster.
Yet so true the highs and lows of the soul.
My soul, oh my soul, aches for you, burns for you.
This heart cries out these eyes swell with tears.
But as I attempt to grasp my belief of your ear towards my cry.
I hear nothing!
A silence that resignates through my mind like the clang,
Ring of the church bells calling out to the deaf man.
He does not hear, he does not even recognize your embrace.
Nor do I!
Your embrace through the cool wind.
Your kisses upon my flused, tear stained cheeks which
Permeate from the rays of the golden sun behind the crisp
Blood stained leaves.
Forgive me for I speak of an unrecognizable love.
Yet I can intensly describe the attributes of your Glory.
How is this possible?
I have let selfishness, worthlessness build what I thought was a
Brick wall put up by you but instead it is a wall of lies taken down by his blood.
The vibrant red color trickles through the cracks and gaps.
It expands breaking the wall of lies introducing me to a
Newly Redeemed Self.
A self that can hear the clang, ring of his gentle call.
A self that can feel the beauty of his wind.
A self that can embrace the warmth of his mighty love.
A self that is forevermore one with hope, faith, joy, and an unexplainable passion.
Rosalee A. Sanchez
