Dust of Peace
I have this place I go where the silence is clear.
I praise and thank God while here with prayer.
Peace is the focus today.
Praying and thanking Him for his grace and mercy.
As I pull dead leafy stems from below new springing stalks,
An open peace lily bloom jostles back and forth.
From the pistols pollen dustings fall.
My heart hears the Holy Spirit speak “Dust of peace” to you!
Searing this image to memory instills His peace within me.
How incredible He touches this moment.
I breathe in deeply and absorb the view,
Watching tiniest of peace sprinkles waft to hardwood floor.
Reflecting those seconds, I lean closer to the flowering creation.
Reaching in, I point the peace bloom skyward.
The urge to sniff overtakes and intense sweetness catches my smell.
I bury my face into His beautiful reminder of peace.
~ Rachell Freed 5/11/2023
🌷 🌷 🌷
My Heart Cries
We join to rejoice for service to the country.
I cry.
I want to rejoice with all my heart,
but naught, the torrid shadow keeps me.
I sit and listen and am proud
Our troops fight for freedom.
Against terrorism, you say?
What about the terror brought home?
The cost to our own.
I am honored we send aid to suppressed,
but at the expense of me
being permanently depressed?
Not just the soldiers give their life,
but children left parent-less, grandparent-less,
brother-less, or sister-less.
What about that profound expense?
Back to the terror brought home,
the madness, the nightmares, the PTSD.
Can what we see be unseen?
Not so much.
I realize the horror endured,
but few as long as mine lasted.
How can I be gracious
when the sacrifice was me?
I cry more.
Does anyone hear me?
Does anyone give a damn?
Does everyone suffer
damaging collateral abuse?
I wonder sometimes,
all the above?
My Heart Cries.
🌷 🌷 🌷
FRINGE
Sadly, fringe.
Not diminishing life one iota.
Just the reason believing came easy.
Not shared fearing isolation, estrangement.
Admonishment of insanity by society whole.
Never feeling quite the fit to humanity.
Back to believing.
Accepting norm never set right.
Pretending to be average, steady as she goes like.
But turbulent underneath to core.
Wanting to break away from the pack.
Desire to wander from the herd.
Spirit’s energy abounds morn to nigh.
Presence with, always.
That’s what kept separate earthly life.
Knowing there is more, living more, being more.
More than words, sights, sounds.
Walking with assurance ‘find more’.
Reality unbelieved by many.
History discarded as extravagant, embellished.
Memories called out as lies.
Extremism in horror minimized tell.
Fear of loss, dear granny.
Secrets hid deep or so was thought.
The abuse.
Taken life.
Hospital underground.
Trading pictures.
Price, almost life.
The save?
Reach to the heavens in prayer.
In that moment only God can save.
The moonlight’s pond glare,
calm voice, edge distancing,
knowing end is close.
Peace falls for exit walk.
~ Rachell Freed
🌷 🌷 🌷
HIS Help
Alone, we all enter this life
Into a world of turmoil and strife;
We struggle and fight with all our might,
To survive the hardships, we must smite.
Valleys of low, passing mountains so high,
It’s a wonder I have gotten by;
My inner strength holds the key,
And with HIS help, I overcome and be,
ME!
Rachell Freed~ October 1, 1992
Family Love
Fear of truths hold me back,
Support to tell secrets is what I lack;
Family love forms the home.
So why do I feel so alone?
Trust and security is what should exist,
Safety from harm at its best;
When these feelings are not there,
Trust is gone, and I don’t care!
RFreed – October 3, 1992
HE IS FOREVER WITH ME 