a word from my Father

when will you learn not to pick old scabs?

when will you learn that you can have satisfaction, not disappointment?

when will you learn to let go?

when will you learn to stop hurting for something you have lost

when the reason you lost it was because it was so far from right for you? 

you do not speak out loud 

that you are still bleeding yourself dry. 

I will take away your wounds

but you have to let me cover them 

in My love. 

oh afflicted one, 

storm-tossed,

and not comforted,

let me hold you close.

let me set you free from pain.

let me make you beautiful. 

let me love you.