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Towers Fallen
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Towers Fallen |
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shelerellaSP Junior Member
since 2011-08-12
Posts 42 |
Fortress of strength - tall and high. Constant and safe. Resting in the comfort that it will forever shield, she waits in its loving embrace. Storms of life hit, it bends and bows. Wearied. Bent. Tired. But it stands. Hit again. Shaken. Brought down to its foundation. Tower has fallen. Foundation intact, rebuilt and remade. Standing again, she smiles and rests once again in its strength. Grown and now gone from its tender care, she ventures far and wide. Feeling alone - free. Building a tower of her own, she seeks the strength she once knew. He enters her life. Companion and friend, they build together. Fortress of strength - tall and high. Constant and safe. Resting in the comfort that it will forever shield, she waits in its loving embrace. Storms of life hit, it bends and bows. Wearied. Bent. Tired. But it stands. Hit again. Shaken. Brought down to its foundation. Tower has fallen. Foundation intact, rebuilt and remade. Standing again, she smiles and rests once again in its strength. Life passes. Bricks pile high. Collapsed from the weight, she gazes upward. Veils fall, light floods. Darkness removed. Her tower built by hands engulfed in turrets of flame. Truth emerges. Ashes blown by wind. There he stands. The Builder and Maker of all. Spinning, whirling, taking it all in, she examines her surroundings. While towers fall to dust, he remains. The fortress he had built around her all these years, vast and wide. Her tower just a twig compared to his fortified handiwork. Towers fallen, made by hands. Her tower not her own, but his. [This message has been edited by shelerellaSP (08-19-2011 08:03 AM).] |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
A wonderfully uplifting write, dear Shelerella! To be aware of not being alone in our lifelong challenges is the greatest discovery we can make. I really appreciate your work and how you symbolized the constant new beginning that brought you to the final profound consciousness that makes you breathe in safety and freedom and trust. Enjoyed this very much. Love, Margherita "Love is the One who masters all things; |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Lovely, Shelerella! I suspect that your first tower was your father, your second, your husband and the third, God - but perhaps I am completely wrong. Owl |
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