Hi fellow friends and bloggers – God inspired poem – resurfaced after 7 years.
I need to explain the next piece I’m posting. I sometimes write from visions and the story behind this poem is as follows:
I had a vision of a man hitting a woman in a car while we were driving from church about 7 years ago. It was as clear as day, he hit her while driving and she turned into a piece of unwanted paper. The door flew open and she was thrown out like a piece of paper and landed on a pile of leaves. The paper was noticed by a gardener that was clearing his front yard. He looked at it and picked it up because he was planning to burn up the dead leaves. He took the paper smoothed it out and began to tell her story. She was saved and He placed her inside a frame, this symbolized His protection over her now. She was placed on the wall for all to see what He had done for her.
Two years later I still had not shared this poem with anyone. Then my mom invited me to one of her ladies meetings and I felt strongly to share this poem, so I asked if I could. It turned out that the guest speaker was going to share her story of physical abuse and the theme of the meeting was an outreach to broken woman. While I read the poem, I saw tears running down the faces of some of the woman.
The poem has been asleep for about 5 years now but today I feel the need to surface it again. Perhaps it will be applicable to someone and touch someone’s heart. You are not alone. Reach out! Before it’s too late!
One hand on the wheel
The other a weapon
Blow after blow
Vicious breaking words biting to the core
Pushing her towards the door
Malicious vindictive raw words
Spitting from his mouth like a viper
She could not take another word from this hater
She shrivelled up like a scrunched up wasted piece of paper
He pushed her and shoved her out of the moving car
Like an unwanted piece of paper
Thrown out of a window
There was a gardener raking up dead leaves
And was about to set the pile of leaves alight
Noticed the torn, scrunched up paper
He picked it up and read the words
I am nothing, I am no one, I am broken
I am bruised, I am hurting, and I am lonely…
He spoke over the words,
He smoothed out the wrinkles
He placed a frame around her…
He set her up on a wall
For all to see and hear
She said…I am worth it, I am someone, I am whole
I am healed, I am joyful, and I am not alone…
I am rescued
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Great poem! I loved your back story. It brought everything into perspective. Everything in its own time and season!!
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