The Departure

Psalm 36:2-3

"For he flattereth Himsel in his own eyes, until his iniquity be found to be hateful.

The words of his mouth are iniquity and deceit: he hath left off to be wise and to do good"



" I'M NOT THE MAN YOU THINK I AM!" he yelled. After so much stuttering and stammering that was all he could do to explain. Explain that he wasnt the guy. The guy she thought he was. "What do you mean?" She asked, confusion playing across her face " I'm only words," He said on the brink of tears "I'm just a bunch of pretty words. I have no substance, no real form. All I am is ideas and notions. I'm not a plan. I've never made anything or become anyone of note. I'm nothing." Though his words werent making any sense, he hoped she could understand, it was tearing him apart and taking every once of his person to rip every one of these syllybles from his soul.

" I don't understand, you're not making any sense, You seem real to me! All of you is real, why I've never met anyone like you before" Her words fell to the floor like dead weight but she couldnt stop them. She was close to tears, she saw the resolve in his eyes. She saw his cold exterior cloak him once again and hide away all the true raw emotion that he had shown just moments before.

"You leavin ain't you." She didnt dare form it as a question. "When?"

He sighed. Pinched the bridge of his nose as if that one action could block out all the things he had ever done. His shoulders slumped as he allowed his eyes to seek hers plaintativeley...."Soon" He said.

" Will I ever see you again? Will you come back?"
" I just don't know sugar. Lets go to bed. It'll be brighter tomorrow."

"I'm not going to sleep! No sir! Not so you can dissapear into the night on me! I DARE you to LOOK ME IN THE EYE when you walk out that door!" She yelled, Anger and frustration spilling out of every word.

He smiled, and soflty chuckled, loving her defiant spirit that had attracted him to her in the first place. " All right missy. Have it your way."......


....TheGift

Read

Read.

She commanded me like the Angel Commanded Muhammad.

Read.
and SO I did. I gripped her Bible firmly with my hands and read her
Page after page of story unfolded and I said to her, I am Afraid.

READ! she said so I started another Chapter
Permeated by her laughter as I strove to Understand her.
Rolling her words across my toungue as if my world was
exiting my lungs yet I read on

READ!
She commanded me with impertinance and I did
For she only wanted for me to undersatand.
But her Pain was so much the more demanding
As it took its toll on My soul So I read on.

READ!

UGh, do these pages ever stop turning?
Will Her words ever stop Burning?
Can I ever stop learning
From Her Holy Book of Yearnings

READ!
She was screaming now so in order to soothe her
I made a gesture Which would move her
And quiet Her Pain

READ!

So I closed my eyes to Read her tale.
With my fingertips I read Her Braile
As her Goosebumps provided her story
Instantly on Her flesh was her story

And I read her her future
I read it so Deep
I read Her purification
I read her To sleep.

...TheGift