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Blood Stained Shoes
Here I stand with beating heart,
Laid bare and bleeding in outstretched hands.
Take it please. I don't want it any more.
I've ripped it out, removed the aching part,
I don't know how else I might find peace.
While you are in such deep distress.
But my sorrow grants not your happiness,
In fact my grief may hinder it.
So why do I stand here, heart in my hands,
Dripping blood onto my shoes?
If I find my happiness, might it encourage yours?
But here I stand foolishly, blood staining my shoes.
I'm desperate to detour your destructive path.
And in my mind, hold a photograph, of what I want for you.
Abrupt insight allows me to see, you have visions of your own.
And I recognize, I can't achieve, even what I've envisioned for me.
So how, oh how, can I unshackle you?
How can I think there is anything I can do?
I fear it's time to let go, to trust, your life is between God & you.
I can't surrender, cannot resign. I always will be near.
I must let go, & learn to know, your life is yours I can't control,
You alone can find your niche and I must find mine too.
My happiness, my peace, my liberty,
Like yours, is between my God and me,
But take my throbbing heart I plead, it really belongs to you.
It will comfort to me, and I believe, it will be safe with you.
My mind and soul are all I need to carry me on through.
Besides while I stand holding it here, it keeps dripping on my shoes.
You take it, mercifully. Your footsteps fade, you navigate your way.
Following, surely please, in The King's footprints, I pray.
And I turn to see where my Lord leads me.
What works I should do, where I should be,
I search the horizon for my own fulfillment, for my tranquility,
I pray I find my road and plan, and I pray you find yours too.
We'll encounter again when the time is right, I anticipate that day.
We'll be well & content, it must be so, I can't accept any other way.
But until you are healed, your heart renewed, MY heart goes with you.
I seek my dreams with empty chest, & love & faith, in blood stained shoes.
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by
DonnaJ York
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