Peace be with you my Friend
I knew a woman that I thought was like a sister, a cousin, a friend, only to have a
truth enter my mind and crash into the heart-center of my body, piercing my flesh, like that of a bloody knifes end.
It hurt me deeply when I found out that she was a hypercrite, a false imitation of myself, as I look in the mirror to face the deception.
My eyes were locked into the thoughts of a friend's romance with pretence, as she ravaged my presence through
her chipped teeth and formed a twisted tongue of lies and deceit upon devilish eyes, full of the treachery of the remnants of battles, lost in her darkness.
Where are all of the kings and queens and divine foes of spiritual peace unshaven, unveiled and pure and full of the light of God? A light, shinning and exposing their jovial smiles and shadows of love and divine happiness, of precious stories told of truths unspoken and winds made still, from broken dreams of fore-longed thoughts, melting away in yesterdays, moving along the cosmic sea of innumerable souls torn and withered.
They fight to release themselves from the spirit of injustice, and press on to win the bloody dance between love and hate, acknowledging the brightness and fullness of a higher power that gives me the strength to live in its infinite glory and omnipotent presence.
Theirs will expose a force.
The souls, along with mine uttering.
Peace be with you, my friend.
Kathryn S Carrington
Copyright ©2007 Kathryn S Carrington