Today is my late husband's birthday. It is filled with mixed and warring emotions... But I will NOT yield, as I stand on the solid rock of my Father and His promises...
"attempts turning away from and fending off
uninvited unimaginable sadness and anger
become paralyzing parasitical emotions
blurring boundaries truth and trust once gave
somehow in Christ alone, through mercy and grace
I am able to move forward taking back my life
that has been held hostage and ransomed for death
by the suicidal choice to leave the land of the living
and yet the love of my Father God pervades in this
torn scourged human heart seeking finding hope
that only Christ’s peace can bring in the tempest
of unanswered questions without ever a goodbye"
© Kimberly Anne Wallace 7-19-13
Friday, July 19, 2013
Thursday, July 18, 2013
Pictures
My late husband Rob's birthday would have been tomorrow. I appreciate your remembering Rob Wallace well.
"pictures become recluse in hiding
because of the searing pain they brought
upon the aching heart of a child
I wiped away heart wrenching tears
strangely belonging to someone else
somehow comforted that I am not alone
in mourning the ravages of suicide
tears leak out of my heart in rivulets
as mile markers remembering
a birthday that might have been"
© Kimberly Anne Wallace 07-18-13
"pictures become recluse in hiding
because of the searing pain they brought
upon the aching heart of a child
I wiped away heart wrenching tears
strangely belonging to someone else
somehow comforted that I am not alone
in mourning the ravages of suicide
tears leak out of my heart in rivulets
as mile markers remembering
a birthday that might have been"
© Kimberly Anne Wallace 07-18-13
Saturday, July 13, 2013
Castles in the Sand
Thundering echoes of threats
hit my threshold of peace and pain
mixing together like sea water and sand
Each wave new again
yet the rhythm remains the same
Each time the mourning arm of grief
attempts to sabotage moments of joy
I see and hear and feel
my Father’s invitation to redemption
He whispers softly
“Old things are passed away
All things are made new!”
Walking this strange and difficult journey
on the beach of surviving suicide
I discover in this new rising tide
there is the choice to be swallowed up
in the invisible undertow
or surf the wave enjoying the ride
Through His promise and His truth
Each tear is redeemed
Every obstacle becomes an opportunity
Every fear becomes love
and my darkness fades to light
© 07-13-13 Kimberly Anne Wallace
hit my threshold of peace and pain
mixing together like sea water and sand
Each wave new again
yet the rhythm remains the same
Each time the mourning arm of grief
attempts to sabotage moments of joy
I see and hear and feel
my Father’s invitation to redemption
He whispers softly
“Old things are passed away
All things are made new!”
Walking this strange and difficult journey
on the beach of surviving suicide
I discover in this new rising tide
there is the choice to be swallowed up
in the invisible undertow
or surf the wave enjoying the ride
Through His promise and His truth
Each tear is redeemed
Every obstacle becomes an opportunity
Every fear becomes love
and my darkness fades to light
© 07-13-13 Kimberly Anne Wallace
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