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Oh dark and dreary land let me go
Please forgive this mess the editor is cursed! (by me!;-)
This piece was written Many years ago while I was near death from an illness, reposted for those who suffer chronic pain!
Afflicted
Oh dark and dreary land let me goI yearn for the sun but it avoids me why is pain equated with dark when
it feels so hot, like white lightning! Nothing makes any sense when the body is under attack, hellish insanity reigns along with all the pains
I read the martyrs who give thanks knowing that they draw closer to Creator when they suffer,but how
about when you feel closer to the one who resides over hell who has brought this nightmare upon me in the first place and who never hesitates to seek my company
Meeting maniacal minions of Satanic madmen along the way,that want only Your divinity and none of Your sanctity I cry for justice when I see them in the
rarified cosmic places,too many dual faces
I pray that they will find their way to that portal where truth will hit them like a runaway train and
shock their brain until they have no choice but to give voice to the Creator who gave life to them. In
whose name they claim miracles for themselves.
I hate Satan, and his stygian stink of salacious saliva his foul fiendish fetish for corrupting souls, his malevolent mind of malediction with malefic intent
with which he maims mankind,and even more I hate the vileness in me that allows him to do it, and
know if I sought the power to overcome ,I'd be able
to do so, yet the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak
Arise Oh Lord and let your enemies be scattered! They come to steal what they can't get by grace thinking in self-delusion to see Your face
shattering any hope of reconciliation rather than
give credence to your sovereignty
Sad examples of humanity they wear a mantle of Satan having been decieved into believing they
are equal to You Lord, therefore entitled to whatever gifts You have to offer. They act like they have the
light as if they could fool You, the Creator of both the light, and the darkness in which they have
chosen to abide.
Such options I resent now,because I'd rather not have to make choices at a time when I'm not thinking
straight to begin with, and to add to the misery I'm supposed to remain calm and prayerful when all I want to do is shout and spit out all the worst epithets I ever heard and many times I do
Then I have to go through added misery of repenting what I felt so the cycle continues ad nauseum when I'm already stretched to the limits with a body that no longer wants to function, but just to scream with pain, rejecting what ever it has to do
I've spoken my piece to whomever heard it I know light and dark are two sides of the same coin,how it
shows through suffering while I know your grace has never been more kind, nor your love more unconditional as it reaches me through Your spirit of hope
to assure me that I still have your strength to rely on, and that the suffering is but a moment in the scheme of times continuum which is forever, and when I see
through the haze of my drugged eyes the final surprise,I know the sight of your light will surround
and comfort me when I'm in your realms of glory
Eileen Alrisha
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| Reviewed by Jonnie Wright |
2/12/2007 |
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| Eileen, Your anguish is as real as my own. In pain I have grown in Christ because I had nowhere else to turn. I will share your poem with my chronic support group, as they too know the suffering you describe. How can my devotional Bible study for chronic pain sufferers help your ministry? |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
5/26/2005 |
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Eileen,
He sees you through your trials and sustains you with His strong Hand...a most glorious, needed piece to read. I shall save this when the pain is overwhelming as inspiration; thank you, dear (((friend))) and sister!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :) |
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
5/25/2005 |
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isn't it nice that God is always there to help out when we feel we are at our lowest point? A wonderful, reaffirming write, well done, Eileen! Gives one hope through hard times! Thanks for sharing this beauty!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Glad you are okay now! :) |
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