Sometimes...
In my mind...it's as if...I can still see her...
That girl...12 years old...so clearly...
Bare-footed...tom-boy...and by appearance...tough...
Only she knows the truth...that within...she is so tender...
So easily broken...bruised...simply by the words spoken...
Denim shorts...red and white quarter length sleeve shirt...
So determined...and with a confidence...
No...correction...not confidence...
It's a desperation that moves her forward...
Desperate to be free of this heaviness...
At 12...she feels as though she is carrying...
The weight of the world...on her shoulders...
A desperation...that she is beginning to know too well...
She finds herself...as if...on a mission...
Heading down that old dirt path...
That same path...that she has walked...
So many times before...
Taking her to that old familiar place...
Her place...to pour it all out...
Quiet...alone...content to just sit...
Her place to think...to contemplate...
To try and understand...all that has happened...
To try to make sense of it all...to grow...
With all the strength this girl possesses...she continues on...
Arms swinging...back and forth...as her stride becomes faster...
Her mind so aware...of what her heart feels...and the weight she carries...
Picking up the pace now...time is of the essence...
She reaches her destination...throwing herself to the ground...
Her knees hitting the ground as her hands follow...
Head bowed...her face so close to the dirt...that she can actually smell it...
It is here...that she finds solace...rest for her soul....
It's here...that she learned to cry out to God...
Down here...at the plant-bed...that she first began to pour-out...
It's here that the tears fall...freely to the ground...
Washing away all her pain...all her secrets...all her hurts...
All those things that have weighed... so heavy on her....
All the hurts she has seen...and heard...felt...
It's here that she realizes...that she can be free...
Weightless...empty of it all...
By giving it all over...to God...
It's here...that she began to understand the difference...
Between the pain...and the gift...
It's here that she began to see...
That she is just the...
Conduit...
...from which the gift should flow...
Kristy Fields Turnage
3-26-2011
In my mind...it's as if...I can still see her...
That girl...12 years old...so clearly...
Bare-footed...tom-boy...and by appearance...tough...
Only she knows the truth...that within...she is so tender...
So easily broken...bruised...simply by the words spoken...
Denim shorts...red and white quarter length sleeve shirt...
So determined...and with a confidence...
No...correction...not confidence...
It's a desperation that moves her forward...
Desperate to be free of this heaviness...
At 12...she feels as though she is carrying...
The weight of the world...on her shoulders...
A desperation...that she is beginning to know too well...
She finds herself...as if...on a mission...
Heading down that old dirt path...
That same path...that she has walked...
So many times before...
Taking her to that old familiar place...
Her place...to pour it all out...
Quiet...alone...content to just sit...
Her place to think...to contemplate...
To try and understand...all that has happened...
To try to make sense of it all...to grow...
With all the strength this girl possesses...she continues on...
Arms swinging...back and forth...as her stride becomes faster...
Her mind so aware...of what her heart feels...and the weight she carries...
Picking up the pace now...time is of the essence...
She reaches her destination...throwing herself to the ground...
Her knees hitting the ground as her hands follow...
Head bowed...her face so close to the dirt...that she can actually smell it...
It is here...that she finds solace...rest for her soul....
It's here...that she learned to cry out to God...
Down here...at the plant-bed...that she first began to pour-out...
It's here that the tears fall...freely to the ground...
Washing away all her pain...all her secrets...all her hurts...
All those things that have weighed... so heavy on her....
All the hurts she has seen...and heard...felt...
It's here that she realizes...that she can be free...
Weightless...empty of it all...
By giving it all over...to God...
It's here...that she began to understand the difference...
Between the pain...and the gift...
It's here that she began to see...
That she is just the...
Conduit...
...from which the gift should flow...
Kristy Fields Turnage
3-26-2011
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