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~ have you ever taken notice of swords? if you take away the gift of all the first letter holds...you are left with only words. and sometimes words...either the presence or the absence of them...can cut as deeply as swords. ~ i remember a dream of long ago. in the dream...a solitary letter contained a single question. a single question that deeply pierced two hearts. a mother's heart and a father's heart. but deeply piercing hearts was the intent of the child. for this mother and this father were to be punished by the severing of a child's presence. but what of the entire truth? what of the child? what of the child's responsibility? what of the child's accountability? ~ i once believed i was exempt from a child's cruel actions and words. i once believed i was exempt from a child's blade to sever. i once believed swords would never even touch my skin. let alone pierce my heart. but now the wind blows cold through the hole in my chest where my trusting unbroken heart once was: i was wrong. i am not exempt. i must remember this. i must never forget this. for my love for this child makes me vulnerable: my love is unconditional. my love is undiminishable. my love is faithful. my love is eternal. more than i have ever known it even possible to dream of to love...god i love this child. ~ i am thankful for the gift of this lesson. i will remain loving and kind. i will remain honorable in character and invincible in gentle strength. yet, i will guard my self. i shall enshroud the walls of my kingdom and the comfort of my armor with the gift of this lesson. i shall veil the map of my ordained course and the walls of my ship with the gift of this lesson. i shall gently enfold the gift of this lesson within the pages of my holy books and gently blanket my vineyard to protect the ripeness of my fruit. until if ever this child lovingly returns...honorable and faithful, tender and true. ~ now awake...i will always remember. i will never forget. godliness in lessons untold. always ~

 

 

~ janean christine mariani