|| Reconstruct
A letter to the past:
The memories recall me to your present time. Now a ghost running through the series of events that made up something called life at that time. I run now, like the haunting gatherings to keep you company in this present moment.
The heavy emotions weighed down. The best kept secrets. The hurts explored and exploited. How silly to think this was such the definition of life. No boundaries set.
The pervasive thoughts. Oh, those pervasive thoughts. The lies that you told. Unending were your whispers. You camouflaged those seeds, the chameleon you were. The names and faces and places changed, but consistent you were in reaching out. Your messages sent were all the same.
Your plot to set the foundations of life, laying down your bricks, you never hesitated.
Your gift, the power of illusion. such the illusionist that it is worth pondering if the power was even power at all.
Playing to your games, fed into your cruel ways.
The only food you gave, was one of thought. A fake reality, prisons inbuilt into the mind. Not moving past the iron bars that did not even exist. Ducking and moving across obstacles that realistically did not persist.
Drunken in your music, numbing the aches and pains, within that vicious cycle.
The games that you play.
But how long can you play this game?
When one starts to truly realize that there really is only one player?
Who exactly is the owner of the game? Who holds the key?
Who lets in and keeps out?
The rightful owner comes to take your place, in its purposeful timing. All in timing.
You have set tracks to lead one to all the wrong places.
I say no more.
Your potency diminishing.
After robbing a life, what is there more to want?
Not having tasted your part of this world, what appetite is there to now have?
You left a void.
But you failed to realize one tiny detail.
That hole that you left, was like that vacuum, a space, but with that space leaving a promise.
One of purging, one of cleansing.
Breaking down those barriers, wall by wall, brick by brick.
Removing those complexed systems set up.
There is a certain freedom now with just being.
No more false judgements. No more criticisms of self.
Each lie that you have told, now gets replaced ten-fold.
I re-write the music this time, the songs that play out in my mind.
It goes something like this:
Forever I cling to You Christ Jesus, for you are my Rock, and my Strength. (Psalm 18:2)
Through You, the Father has been glorified and He does not hesitate to do it again and again. (John 12: 27-28)
In our sufferings you are near us, we are only left to call on You. (1 Peter 5: 9 – 11)
Your Word stands firm forever and ever and ever. (Isaiah 40:8)
There is no other. (Jeremiah 10:6)
You are seated right next to God the Father, Yahweh Almighty, all watching down to the Earth. (Acts 7:56)
You scrutinize all our behaviour down to our very last breath. (Proverbs 15:3)
There is no longer on which to ponder
For You and the love that You share, my greatest Wonder. (Isaiah 20:14)
The memories recall me to your present time. Now a ghost running through the series of events that made up something called life at that time. I run now, like the haunting gatherings to keep you company in this present moment.
The heavy emotions weighed down. The best kept secrets. The hurts explored and exploited. How silly to think this was such the definition of life. No boundaries set.
The pervasive thoughts. Oh, those pervasive thoughts. The lies that you told. Unending were your whispers. You camouflaged those seeds, the chameleon you were. The names and faces and places changed, but consistent you were in reaching out. Your messages sent were all the same.
Your plot to set the foundations of life, laying down your bricks, you never hesitated.
Your gift, the power of illusion. such the illusionist that it is worth pondering if the power was even power at all.
Playing to your games, fed into your cruel ways.
The only food you gave, was one of thought. A fake reality, prisons inbuilt into the mind. Not moving past the iron bars that did not even exist. Ducking and moving across obstacles that realistically did not persist.
Drunken in your music, numbing the aches and pains, within that vicious cycle.
The games that you play.
But how long can you play this game?
When one starts to truly realize that there really is only one player?
Who exactly is the owner of the game? Who holds the key?
Who lets in and keeps out?
The rightful owner comes to take your place, in its purposeful timing. All in timing.
You have set tracks to lead one to all the wrong places.
I say no more.
Your potency diminishing.
After robbing a life, what is there more to want?
Not having tasted your part of this world, what appetite is there to now have?
You left a void.
But you failed to realize one tiny detail.
That hole that you left, was like that vacuum, a space, but with that space leaving a promise.
One of purging, one of cleansing.
Breaking down those barriers, wall by wall, brick by brick.
Removing those complexed systems set up.
There is a certain freedom now with just being.
No more false judgements. No more criticisms of self.
Each lie that you have told, now gets replaced ten-fold.
I re-write the music this time, the songs that play out in my mind.
It goes something like this:
Forever I cling to You Christ Jesus, for you are my Rock, and my Strength. (Psalm 18:2)
Through You, the Father has been glorified and He does not hesitate to do it again and again. (John 12: 27-28)
In our sufferings you are near us, we are only left to call on You. (1 Peter 5: 9 – 11)
Your Word stands firm forever and ever and ever. (Isaiah 40:8)
There is no other. (Jeremiah 10:6)
You are seated right next to God the Father, Yahweh Almighty, all watching down to the Earth. (Acts 7:56)
You scrutinize all our behaviour down to our very last breath. (Proverbs 15:3)
There is no longer on which to ponder
For You and the love that You share, my greatest Wonder. (Isaiah 20:14)