Nomadic Noordams: January 2012

Reality

Something is wrong with this photograph
What is so inviting about a place
Where the shades of black overshadow everything
A shrill cold voice beckons and I turn
Doing its bidding without question

Scrambling for more like a beggar
I can’t grasp enough of this hopelessness
As it pours into me, I am hollowed
My eyes have become haggard and empty
My hunger and thirst never satisfied

Standing on the edge, in the confines of despair
The shallow remains of life flow in my veins
Yearning to poured out to end this pain
Anything to be released from this bitter cold void
Had there once been hope?
Or was that just a fantasy- a desire- a wish

But then- a warm touch- a kind word
Cracks the frozen wasteland of a life
Maybe- just maybe- hope was more than a dream
My eyes freed from the blinding black ice
Open to see an outstretched hand
Scarred for me, He radiates light and warmth

My frozen soul melts in His tender affection
The intensity of His love shatters death’s dark hold
The anguish I felt so deeply vaporizes instantly
As I am filled with warm rays of hope
Overflowing with joy and peace
My heart beats alive and vibrant

A spot of color has broken into this image
But something is still amiss
The cold voice still beckons as darkness waits
Shivering, I cling to the reassurance in that scarred hand
I gaze into the desolate place where I once dwelled

My soft warm heart aches as I behold
People of empty eyes and hopeless lives
A soft whisper fills my ear, “Show them.”
The spark burst into flame as I realize
It’s my turn to be the kind word- the warm touch

He has chosen me to share His radiance
Maybe- just maybe- I can show them the reality of hope
To pour His powerful love into this picture
Bringing vibrant life in color and light
As it was meant to be

~Alaina Mathers
2/3/10

Nomadic Noordams

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