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The man, motionless, sagging as a weathered piece of wallpaper –
tearing from the top, hangs, hangs, hangs
from the blood-stained frame worn smooth from daily crucifixions.
With knees bent awkwardly to the left and arms outstretched and nailed to wood,
his chin rests upon his bloody chest as the body protrudes from the cross.
Dark, blood-stained eyes stare out upon a red-washed landscape,
scanning the world full of people, near and off in the distance, now and lives to come;
his breathing is labored, each exhale painful from bruised ribs
each inhale impossible from the weight of his limp body;
the man struggles, licks his parched lips and speaks…

Father… forgive them… for they… for they… do not know… what they do…

they hurt they do not know they do not comprehend
i love them you love them let me bear their pain their suffering
i beg you please take all their pain and place upon me I will endure
all who will hurt put their pain on me all their tragedies heartaches sufferings illnesses
the years will come and go but they will not change they will always be scared
IT HURTS   IT HURTS   IT     HURTS
my body is weak take away the hurt
i am SCARED
i am so afraid of dying father
so scared
i feel alone
will they ever understand why
will they
answer me
i just want them to love you
i just want them to love you
i just want them to know who i am
who i am who i am know who i am
to know how much you love them

The swell of bystanders murmuring, pointing, and snickering, at the man
relish in the festivities of Roman ringleaders as they gamble for his clothing.
But, as hours float away and the sun scorches the ground, the crowd, the man –
uninterested spectators wander away to tend to more pressing affairs.

forgive me if I have failed as i gave all I had
you lied
i hurt i am dying father FATHER F A T H EERRR

The man struggles to lift his head heavenward and screams
in a broken voice that could have been yelled by an eighty-year-old smoker.

My God… My God… why… Why! Why have you forsaken me!

no
no
no no  no    no         no      father i feel you here beside me
holding me loving me comforting me revealing to me let your will be done
I am terrified I must die I will carry their load suffer their sins
I will pay their debt let your will be done I love them you love them
I give all that I am all that I will be all that love offers
Let my suffering   my    suffering be their glory

Warm moist air pushes rain heavy clouds across the sky
casting the area into a dull lifeless masterpiece of gray.
The day has drifted into eternity.
With a smile on his lips and glimmer in his eyes
the Messiah, the Christ, the Savior lifts his head
forgive them for they do not know what they do – and speaks

Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.

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dance on the bones of dead and try not to cryvomit of loneliness stinks the soul

gushing forth splattering across my world

gyrating and shredding – memories destroy my logic

dance on the boulevard, dance on bones of dead

god damn’t where does it all end

tracking, stumbling, elusive happiness

love craps on faith destroying the will

schemes, dreams,  lies exacerbate my attempts

dance on the mission floors, dance on the lost chances

god damn’t why am I such a motherfucker

destroy, destroy, destroy

god damn’t from nothing to nothing

dust to dust, crap to crap

paradise undiscovered

emptiness

deserve

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same kind of different as meI recently finished a powerful book, “same kind of different as me.” that stirred my soul and opened my eyes to so many of God’s miracles and to the people we are supposed to love in this world. If you haven’t read it, pick it up now.

It is a true story. I will not say any more than that because I don’t want to provide any details.

Enjoy!

Wade

 

Amazon.com: http://www.amazon.com/Same-Kind-Different-Modern-Day-International/dp/084991910X

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No matter the origin, negative energy has only one destination, and that place is your soul.

I’m re-posting an older one; mostly so that I learn more from it, and hopefully, you will as well.

No matter the origin, negative energy has only one destination, and that place is your soul. And as you fight it and struggle to push it away, you dwell longer and longer on it, feeding it, until the negativity distracts you and overwhelms you. Its simplicity is why it thrives, and the origin has long moved on, but that whisper, as you sit alone with your thoughts, gnaws and gnaws at your confidence, your heart, your logic, and your connection with God.

Forgiveness.

Jesus teaches of forgiveness because, while it won’t un-ring the bell, it transfers power from an external force to you and your relationship with God. It heals the soul. Instead of struggling, you let go. Now the whisper in your ear speaks of love and freedom. Forgiveness brings peace and a realization that life moves on, even after a bout with negative energy.

Seek and you shall find. Ask and it will be given. Forgive and you will know love.

I love you. Wade

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words falling

Tonight, I sit at my desk, in my chair that is often too low that it makes my knees hurt, and I have to lean back and push the monitors back on the desktop so that I can read the words; otherwise my weakening eyes are unable to discern what I’m typing. Tonight, my head hurts from allergies and crying, which only complicates the allergy symptoms. Oh, I have the sad songs playing; well, I don’t like to call them sad; I prefer to refer to them as emotionally-inducing muses that stir the rambling in my head that allows the swirling ideas to funnel down my arms to my fingers and eventually onto my keyboard to finally end up on the computer screen.

Occasionally, I feel the weight of the world – its problems, more like humanity’s problems. The sadness, loneliness, hurt, anger, fear, confusion, and pain that so many people push deep inside as they deal with their days. We hid it so those around us continue to function, but when the sun goes down, and the homes’ owners close their doors and turn off their lights, the sorrow rises and gnaws at our soul.

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