To me, it is most difficult to see a life in distress. The hardest thing I think is I find myself so helpless to assuage the pain or sorrow; like trying to feed a baby bird knowing it won't see tomorrow. Yet something inside cries out and still I make an attempt to save the life before me. 1
Oh, I've done it for all sorts of creatures; cats, lizards and a wounded puppy but I’ve had to draw the line when it comes to people… and rest in knowing God watches, looks after His own. He knows the needs better than I. 2
Even though I make the attempt to free myself from this, I am not. I still bag groceries to give to those who have not, go to the ones who are sick, but it’s always with the overarching prayer 3
as I cry out, not my will, Lord, but Thine. In this Higher Power, I call God, I must trust…with each anguish I encounter. 4
Sounds trite, I know, but I exhaust myself as I search for some remedy, something to heal that broken heart, that wounded soul, as I watch it weep before me, in distress. 5
It is much like a butterfly I once tried to save. 6
Unknowingly I aided its demise. By removing the struggle,the hindrance of the hardened chrysalis, I took away the very thing that was made to give it strength. It never flew, its wings too weak and withered. It needed to break through on its own. 7
My own heart aches so deeply when I see the anguish, yet, it may be, the troubling weight of strife is there for a reason, if only for a season, so I pray for courage, resolve and strength. No, not for me, but for the soul-bird as it emerges to flutter free. 8
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Refreshing and Enticing
I know exactly what this is like... When I was seven, I got to pick out an African Violet that I could keep in my room. We went to Home Depot, and I saw a healthy purple one and a sick purple one. And my childish mind mourned for the little sick one... and that's the one I bought. I don't remember if it lived or not... But regardless, I've lived my life rooting for and loving the underdog. I suppose some people are just like that, and now I realize that it wasn't my childishness that made my buy the sick African Violet. It was my humanity. -
Sometimes, it is better to weather the storm than it is to seek shelter. Such is the case with the butterfly, juvenile criminals, and those who are seeking to find themselves. I think that, even though I yearn to feel the love of someone, it can't come into my life until I am able to demonstrate that I have some sort of love for myself. (I have been told this many times, and only now is it beginning to seep in.) This is a wonderful inspirational story. Even so, sometimes God sends people to aid you, because He knows nothing we do can be done alone. I hope that one day I will become a better person for all the suffering I have been subjected to--I don't know the reasons today. I doubt I'll know them tomorrow...but maybe someday. I will be able to flutter through the skies and fly for all the butterflies who were suffocated before they ever had the chance to touch the sky.
Many blessings,
Raven Aurora
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Everything happens for a reason. God's overarching plan sees the big picture, the future, things that we cannot grasp or understand. I truly know this, for I continue to be in the midst of god's work, and one day I will know the reason for the physical and emotional strife I have endured, as will all gods children. This is an excellent piece. Bravo, I always love to read your work. Truly an inspiration.
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So much beauty and truth is found in your words. You are a lot like me in the aspect of wanting to help every hurting, needing soul I see. But I believe yes, God does see and know ALL however; did He not also put us here to help one another? Excellent, heartfelt poem you have written here. Be Well and Be Blessed.
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at first i wasn't sure where this was leading in the first few lines, the more i read the more i got interested. i really like the meaning of this poem. it's hard wanting to save people but not be able to at certain times. great job getting the point across. great write. keep it up!!!
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saying goes...youre trying to play God. i hear that a lot. i want to be able to prevent something from happening..and if something does happen i want to be the person to make it better again....its not a self-gratification thing..its just that at times i dont really know how i would handle not being able to help...i would take the blame, be angry with myself..etc. but i wise up and realize that i can't be God..can't even play Him.
a sad poem. but hopeful too. good job with writing this. was worth the read. enjoyed.
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Dearest Richard,
I have always known you to have a tender soul and a giving heart. This is the you that I have come to know and love so dearly. You are and always will be a great inspiration to me. You are and always will be a blessing to all who are fortunate enough to know you. You are and always will be, my friend.
This was truely awesome.
S♠m
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Well Done
A trully moving piece..The words are so beautifully written and struck a chord with me.
The fragileness of humanity and nature portrayed here..Thank you for sharing..
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I love the "story" you tell with this piece. The butterfly's emergence has always seemed a metaphor to me for human struggle and growth, and you draw the analogy well.
I've known since I first met you how tender that heart of yours was, Richard....and I've personally been the recipient of your slavage efforts, I know. It is good to trust in God, but sometimes, I think, we are the instruments he is using to "reach" another's heart. So, we just have to keep on doing the best we can....and, as you so beautifully put it, know when to step back and let God use another tool.
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the wounded heart is si in abundance as we see the sad state of affairs that the world is in.we get discouraged and lost hope but then God sends along an angel of wisdom and you again feel the hope.you my dear,astral,is that angel.
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your tender soul reaches out of the page yet again Richard,
Bless your gentle spirit x
Lisa -
WoW! This is simply breathtaking Richard. The hardest thing I had to learn as a parent was that I couldn't "fix" everything and I couldn't remove the hurt for my children. I wanted to. God knows I wanted to. As I look at my children, all but one a legal adult... I realize that had I been allowed to interfere and intervene, my children would not have the character and the strength they possess now. Sometimes we can do too much for others and cause their own growth and their faith to be stunted. You have spoken these words well here.
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Richard, this is truly lovely. The soul-bird is a perfect description here. I love this very inspired write. It is good to see you again, by the way.
~Lyrical
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