And Forgive Us our Debts
Nothing left to give.
Look into my empty sack,
my empty jar.
See my cold black torch.
How am I to live?
I cannot pay back what I owe
‘til I get payback for my lack.
And they took it.
They squandered it.
They spent my joy on riots.
They spent my innocence on games.
They threw my peace on the bonfire
and danced around it.
Let go
I’ve squeezed my eyes until they bled,
I’ve held my breath
until my heart pounded on death’s door —
still I cannot disappear
into the disheveled dirt bed
And here you are
–and you want more.
How dare you?
How dare you, God?
How dare you?
How dare you shove
your saber hand into my chest
and divide spent spirit from sullied soul
to reach the hissing python.
Let go
I can’t let go!
It’s only anger —
it’s only hate
that coiled around my crooked spine
enables me to stand up straight
and curse them!
Let go
Aren’t you gentle Jesus
meek and mild?
Go take your love to some purer child.
And stop that!
You’re hurting me!
Let go
They poached my song!
They caught my rhyme!
They raped my soul!
They took my time!
They grabbed my mind
and jammed it on a fearsome pike –as a warning.
They took my gates forever.
I’ve damned the light
and sealed the sash
with dark green plastic meant for trash.
What good are thickened walls of stone
when the door’s been burned to ash.
Let go
The bill’s right here;
I have kept track.
My hands will tighten ‘round their necks.
My hands are strong —
they’ll not be slack
‘til I get everything I lack.
Give it back!
Give it back!
Give it back!
Let go
You let go!
I’m offended by this “loving hand”
that feels more like a gunshot wound.
Let go
I can’t let go!
I won’t let go!
I don’t want to let go!
They owe me!
Let go
Help me.
Let go
You know if I let go it will kill me.
I know
It’s hard.
I can’t fill your hands until you empty them.
Who is going to help me?
I am.
(This poem was written about one of the toughest steps in healing from chronic depression –forgiveness. To me forgiveness is about letting go of legitimate debts owed me and allowing God to supply my needs.)
I understand this extremely well ~ty dear Deb
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Poignant. Real. Beautiful.
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Thank you, Bonnie. God is faithful to his promises. He did reach into my life. He healed my very wounded heart and filled my hands with everything I need. He is relentlessly kind.
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I too was healed from chronic depression (Mar 2011)–and I remember that I wrote out pages of people I needed to forgive, going back 50 years, Yes. But the experience was like supernatural psyche surgery–the Holy Trinity was all there like a team of surgeons, and there was no pain. I felt like 30 lbs had been lifted from me, walking on air. I still struggle with intermittent down times, and have memories that are painful–but it’s nothing like “before”; I know WHO I belong to now, and the other “who” that all Believers contend with–he can’t win, he’s been defeated by Jesus. God bless you BIG–love, sis Caddo
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Ah! So you understand. There is no comparison to “before” is there? Whom the Son has set free is free indeed!
God is good.
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Truly God is GOOD–Where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is FREEDOM!! I’m so happy for you.
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