Descendant Daughters’ of Jephthah and Tamar

On December 8, 2013 By dancingpalmtreesIn Art, Broken Hearts, Catharsis, Fallen Angels, grief, Jesus, Loss, Lost Souls, Love, Malevolent, Nirvana, Paradise, profane, Redemption, Refuge, Rejection, Rescue, Sacred, Sages, Sanctuary, Scars, sorrow, soul, Spirit, Sticks & Stones, Stigmata, Suffering, Suicide, Swords, Vanity, Walking Wounded, Wicked, Wisdom, Woman, Zion

Descendant Daughters’ of Jephthah and Tamar

Lord I Believe Help me overcome my unbelief. Father please remove all fears, self-doubts and my nagging sense of failure from my troubled heart and soul. I am the broken winged sparrow lying shivering cold, bereft of hope, hungry for acceptance, on yon forest glen. A Woodland Tragedy. Will Jesus the Gentle Woodsman gather up my shattered heart and bind up my bloody infected wounds? Lord Hear my plaintive cries.

Which voices do I believe? The Judging critical voices of men with ravenous sharp toothed dogs or the brutal voices of women holding sharp knives ready to strike and drive men into grave ground. Or Dear Lord your Tender Still Small voice as you Cradle me in your arms, safety bound. Oh God comfort the descendant Daughters’ of Jephthah and Tamar that we may find solace, peace and sanctuary in a weary heartless land.

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Broken Angel

On August 19, 2011August 19, 2011 By dancingpalmtreesIn 50+, Angel, Battle, Sacred, Scars, soul, War

Broken Angel

What you see before you is a Broken Angel with battered wings, tattered robe, scarred and bruised from numerous battles. Rum & coke in one hand and a blunt in the other. Nevertheless spirit reigns still defiant in a worn out body with its best days long past. Sorrow in my troubles yet ready to take up the sword to defend fellow wounded soldiers in this war called life. My Armor: only the righteous indignation I feel in my soul. By saving you, I save me. I live so that you live. We bear one another’s burdens and carry our souls over hot coals, through walls of flames. A little singed but not consumed. We arise, shake off the ashes to fight again the battles of another day.

I’m a Fallen Angel with a Beautiful Twisted Soul.