Inside the Depths of a Soul

Thoughts swimming through the mind

[lethopearise]

The heart of a child is indecisive,

It fears to make a mistake,

But the love that pours forth,

And the trust that is given,

Makes them more precious still.

~S.C.K.

[afraidofmybrain]

“My soul comes from better worlds and I have an incurable homesickness of the stars.”

— Nikos Kazantzakis (via quotemadness)

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My soul is from the depths of depravity, and I crave the beauty of light

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Cry me a river.

Oh I will,

A river to span the eons.

The tears of a thousand lost souls shall fill its banks.

Build me a bridge

Lost in time,

Made to bear the people to come.

On the backs of the broken it shall be held up.

And get over it.

Brokenness,

A pain that simply will not heal.

So I learn to conceal, my heart shall be silent.

Stand in the shadows,

Hide your tears.

The world has no time for your pain.

It has forgotten how to love us damaged ones.

But chin up darling.

You’ll survive.

The world keeps saying you’re strong.

But you know that, eventually, you will break.

- unknown

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My head is full of words you see,

But none of them are mine.

I’ve filled my head with bits of fluff,

And folks will say that’s fine.

I’ve pirated some men, well-known,

I am ashamed to say,

But no matter what I’ve written,

‘Twas said some other day.

Throw in a comma, add a dash,

It’s already been said.

It might’ve been the man in black,

Though he is mostly dead.

I’m not a wizard, nor a witch,

No wand will prove to you,

That I am just a traveler,

My box is painted blue.

I might say that a fireman

Is not all that he seems,

But that he has a lighted match

Held up to all your dreams.

For all you know, I might be Jo,

Up in her attic space,

A pen in hand and trousers on,

A point to make her case.

Or better yet, my name is Shel,

And to the sidewalk’s brink,

I laugh and walk and sing and shout,

With children made of ink.

What of the tale of children three,

Pursued once more by woe?

Though it may sound just like a tale,

They have very far to go.

And yet, right now, I’m on a quest,

A ring about my neck.

This precious thing has got to fall,

Its power needs a check.

I’ve been to all these places see,

But not in one I live.

These adventures that I long for,

An author has to give,

There’s not a word inside my head

That someone hasn’t spoke.

So in the end, I’ll go sit down,

And I’ll open up a book

- Casey Ess

[midnightjellys]

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[lethopearise]

The Words Of Another

But Love

It was a day of calamity, a day of pain, gore, death. Rupture. Disownment. A man was beaten beyond recognition. Whipped. He was paraded like a defeated general through town. Betrayed. Seemingly vanquished. Carrying the object of his death. Sophocles prodded through Athens wearing a crown of hemlock. Caesar traipsing through Rome with Brutus on one arm and a knife in another. But a tree, stained with his blood.

Words, prophecies flit through his head “I am a worm and not a man….I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint. My heart has turned to wax; it has melted away within me.” Pride, stripped. Dignity, stolen. Body broken. And his heart melted. Melted away.

But Love. Tell me, does love mend wounds? Does love stop the blood, deafen the insults, end the pain? No. Love melted away. Prophecies meant nothing, love meant nothing. Only the pain.

Man’s curse was driven into his brow. How many years ago? Thousands. Oh for the garden! But sin. And because of sin came thorns, those thorns, that sin, now driven into his brain. But Love. There was no love there.

Each step drove him further into the ground. Each step hurt. Heaviness. Did sin weigh more than the tree? How could it not. Then the tree taken. But the sin remained. Was it harder? The burden was shifted to another to whom it did not belong. But love. Is that love? The irony of that day.

God came down to a people who he created. Mocked. Spit upon. The jars broke the Potter. The plant killed the gardener. Love was killed. And no one took notice.

The Father turned away. Was this in whom he was pleased? Forsaken. Unanswered. He would not deliver. The pain. Did this hurt worse? How could it not. A stake for the hands. A stake to the soul. Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachtani. But love. Where was love? The Father turned away. Can love exist without the face? Love turned away.

A simple sign. King of the Jews. King of the world, the universe! King of nothing. King of a cross. On a cross. Where are the fronds? Where is the donkey? Traded. Exchanged for insults. If you truly are who you say, Save yourself.

Can God not unhook himself from a single tree! Save yourself. Stripped. Herded. Abused. Dice rolled for his clothes. His humanity on display. This is God. Nude. Bare. Human. Told he was naked. Who told him? who told Him. But love. Love was sprawled out, dissected, laid waste. Bare for all to see. What is love?

Mother, this is your son. Friend, this is your mother. A child dying. A mother watching. Were these things treasured and pondered? This is your son. Did your heart melt? How could it not. What did you say? What could you say. But love. Words. Have no meaning when love dies.

The curtain split. Earth ruptured. Lighting. Thunder. Nature knew. Nature felt. Did everyone feel? God died on a tree. On a cross. And nature lamented. Demons rejoiced and nature lamented. Did Egypt feel it? Rome? China? Creation felt, but did the created?

This is the day we call good?

Good?

What about this is good? But love. It is finished. Finished. Done. Over. This is good. God is good. We see the ending but forget the middle. War. And pain. Blood stained this day and every day since. Red has painted us white. That is good.

Redemption by death. Washing in blood. A plan. God’s plan. And God looked upon it and saw that it was good. And it was. And by it we were.

This is Good Friday. Because it wasn’t good.

These were NOT my words, but the words of a friend. The credit of this post goes to GABRIEL PARKER.

[thewalkisnotwithouthope]

Just A Day

To begin, I would simply like to state that these posts will be one person’s journey in a world where hope is nonexistant without God.

The world in which we live in is a harsh one. Judgement is down every alley and around every corner. Every person longs to belong, to fit in. What most do not seem to realize is the simple fact that there is only one place to truly belong; that place being with God. As humans, we search and we search for fleeting happiness, relief from pain, or somewhere to make our mark and fit in. There are some that believe there is no way left for them to find these simple desires. Pain is inescapable. Happiness doesn’t last. People offer rejection. There is nothing on this earth that lasts forever. In fact, the only way to fill the roaring emptiness that consumes each person in varying degrees is not of this world. He came to the world, but the world did not know him. He too faced rejection, loneliness, and pain. He is the only way to life; to an unexplainable fullness in spirit. The hole that rips our souls in two, that always leaves us searching for something, can only be filled by our Creator. Many argue that He did not truly suffer from rejection. His own brothers rejected Him. His Father turned His face as He hung on the cross. Some claim that He did not truly suffer pain. He was scourged. He lost friends to death. And yet…He chose to suffer those things. He wanted the will of the Father to be done. He loved every person who ever was, and every person that would ever be with a self sacrificial love. The only thing seperating the people of our world from this unending, undeserved love is an unwillingness to bend our foolish pride; admittance that we need Him. That only He can truly fill the hole that we try to supplement with fleeting pleasures. The gaping, raging emptiness inside will eat away at every fiber of our being until we give up. When we give in to the force gnawing away at our souls, we have lost hope. The only true hope in this world, the only way to fill the hole, is to admit we cannot survive this world by ourselves. We need saving. And the only saviour that can truly save us is Jesus. He gives life; the only true form of life there is.

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Just One Moment

To anyone else blogging on this site that has the desire to self harm - and I mean in any way at all, intentionally bruising yourself, cutting, depriving yourself of food, contemplating suicide, anything - I beg you not to do it, and to just take a moment to do something.  There are so many posts out there like this, but I am simply going to ask you for a moment of your time to ask a question.  Will you allow me to pray for you?  To those of you out there who don’t believe that there is a God who cares about them, or even a God at all; who say that prayer will do no good, I ask this simple question: What could it hurt?  If there truly is no God out there to answer prayer, then I speak to empty air and this doesn’t effect you at all....but if there is a God who truly wants to hear from His children, then why should you lose the opportunity to allow someone to talk to Him about your well being?  So please, just take a moment to leave even just your username and mull it over...will you let me pray for you?

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Butterfly

I've talked to an individual at my lunch table lunch before about how one person may not make an exponential difference to the world, but can make an exponential difference to another.  But how much of a difference do we really make?  Our lives touch the lives of so many other people, and if you think deeply enough about it, you begin to wonder about the butterfly effect.  What if even the conversations that we had, that were overheard by a passing stranger, stuck with that person for the rest of their life?  The encouragement we gave someone we didn't know, but felt the urge to say something to?  In this, that means as Christians, we truly have to pay attention to every action and reaction we have.....to represent He whom we serve.  It is an overwhelming undertaking if we attempt to do it without our ultimate source of strength, which I believe many do. You see, when Christians begin to lose hope....to feel as though they can never fulfill their call to be examples of Christ, it isn't necessarily that they have tried to do it without God.  In some cases it may be, but we have to remember that Satan is the king of lies and deception, and we are not assured that we will not be tempted.  Subtlety is key in discouragement...making discouragement too obvious would drive people immediately to their God.  But if it is a slow discouragement....something that always whispers that you can never truly be a good example, that you make too many mistakes...now that is the way to undermine a believer.  If every interaction you have has some impact, no matter how slight, does that give you the desire to change the way you interact?  I had a game when I was younger that I called the smile game.  I hated seeing people unhappy, so I was determined to smile at every single person I saw.  I even had a point system.  But what kind of impact does even a simple smile have?  Does it improve an attitude just enough so that the next person the smiled at individual interacts with has a more positive interaction?  But to counter that, how much must a poor attitude have on the butterfly effect?  Every time we said something hateful, or lost our temper, or became impatient with a store clerk, how did that change the person's day?  I guess what I'm trying to say is that everything we do does have an effect..whether or not we see it.

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