NO1GR8r Posted December 15, 2007 Share Posted December 15, 2007 "Broken" When I first met her she came to me like a caged bird with a song in her heart and a spirit like a butterfly free flowing from flower to flower... Beautiful and life giving with breath taking power in her wings - with a dark and tortured past. A past that would soon return to sabotage one of her wings. And I, the man with a childlike spirit, and hope, will be there because I carry Elmer's glue for such occasions. I will be there So that when I find said broken butterfly I can fix her wing. Bond her spirit to her broken body... throw her up to God with hope that he would fix her. Fate would have me only witness her disappointing decent back to earth still broken but full of life. See, what I learned was the Elmer's glue used to hold her spirit intact was failing her. It wasn't allowing her back into heaven in the condition she was in. Her spirit had been broken by too many failed attempts at love, patience and forgiveness. Until I began to care for her, I didn't know that her life was a periodical of pain in need of purging in pursuit of pleasure while forsaking praise from the palates of angels - this will be the truth of her. The truth that will allow she to see that her wing was indeed broken. No matter how much glue I put on her broken wing, no matter how close I threw her to God, she refused to fly. And her song sought sanctuary from the sinister solitude of her cage that scavengers would sit silently sifting through her spirit in search of something selfishly to steal from her soul. They waited and watched from the sidelines for her to fail and fall back to earth broken and alone... This is not the life that this butterfly wants or needs. Elmer won't satisfy her today. She requires crazy glue. An adhesive strong enough to to withstand the pressure of flight and the ability to hold her wings in place while being a friend and sounding board for her complaints of failed attempts at flight and freedom. For her failed attempts at salvation and love. For her success at the self destructive behavior of flying too close to the sun - that can only be fixed with time... Time that we don't own but waste. Time that is on loan and not ours to give. Time that sets tones, breaks homes and heals broken bones or feathers so that she may seek faith to try to fly again on her own. And next time, when I pray for her and throw her to the heavens... I will, as she leaves my hands ask God if he will catch her, fix her wing and help her to fly? Until that moment comes, I will hold her. I will hold her until I see trust and faith courageously encouraging her in her eyes. I will hold her precious and broken. I will hold her with Elmer's glue in hand ready for the next idea that leads her to believe that she can fly with only one wing. I will encourage her - empower her to believe that she can try to do it... against all logic and advice... but even then, I will hold her and let her know that I will be there to pick up the pieces of her shattered dreams and promises broken - lost during flight with a broken wing Elmer's glue and faith. I will be there to fix her broken wing and spirit. "Broken" k/d/morris © 2007 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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