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First Stone

With aching heart I turned to God,
“How can she treat me so terribly?
With no respect or understanding?
Dismissing my love so carelessly?”
I quickly named Him a top ten list,
Of the examples of her rude behavior.
And followed that by all the things
That left me with a bitter flavor.
When I at last grew silent and waited
For my Father to validate my hurt,
He said softly, “My Dear Child”,
You too have stomped my feelings into the dirt.”
Puffed up with foolish pride I said,
“No, my dear Lord, never have I!”
But I caught hold of countless memories,
That could fill the canvas of the sky.
The times I failed to thank Him,
For His provisions of the day.
Or times I didn’t try to hard at all,
To follow anything He had to say.
By my actions I have denied His place,
As my God, my Savior and Friend.
Truth is, I all too readily forget
To speak to Him for hours upon end.
Aren’t my sins what condemned my soul?
Aren’t they what put Him on the cross?
Wasn’t I the one upon His mind,
When the Son paid my sins cost?
Suddenly my complaints sound small,
My head is clearer and I can forgive,
I will think about my own attitude,
Pray harder for the life God have me live.
Before I can cast a stone at someone,
For a wrong they’ve done to me,
I must first be without sin myself,
My relationship with God where it should be.
          —dfav 7/18/17

—Donna

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The Sound of Silence

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Ahhh—The silence.
Though the click of the fan,
The ting, tingling of the rain,
The hum and bubble of the concentrator,
Reach my ears,
They don’t reach my heart.

Ahhh—The stillness.
Luxurious, welcomed stillness,
In house, mind, heart, no stirring,
No useless scurry,
My soul is still,
This. Is. It.

Ahh—The awareness.
Absence of accusations,
Absence of fluff and flash of justification,
Jesus says one thing,
…he without sin—
—he may cast the first stone.

Ahh—storm of my existence.
Suspended, here and now,
Suspended, free fall, Satan grounded,
No stones hurled, screaming thuds,
None can be—first.

Ahh—The silence.
Though the tweets of birds,
Though the ting, tingling of falling dust,
The hum and bubble of weakening judgments,
Soothes my heart,
He fulfills my soul.
                d.f.a.v.  5/18/15
—Donna