The Battlefield

I guess we all have one - a battlefield
My battlefield, struggle is with my inner emotions
I cling and dig into so many harmful habits
In an effort to run away from my painful emotions


My pain at losing people early in life
My pain at not understanding God's form of justice
My pain at thinking and pondering and working to make things right - when they are not capable of being fixed by me.


So in my struggle - I often eat. I look for comfort.
I look to feel good for a fraction of a moment
I have added my sensuality to the sensation of chewing
And, it is still not right.


How can I get through this without causing further damaged to me.

Lent, again, his blood to me

Funny is the title.
Funny is the theme.
Like in what form of English is the word Lent -- not to mean something that is temporarily given; or given with a hope of a return.


Like he did not lend me his stripes -- he gave them to me
He did not borrow time on the cross -- it was given to him
Is the old English so conventional that centuries later -- we use a term that does not apply.


My Savior.
He can be yours, however My Savior Gave His Life For Me.
No Conditions, no maybe, not in hopes of a return; other than that I Would Not Perish.


I am not even Loaned this Life.
I have to live it, come to terms with it, embrace it.


THat is my work in this place.


Live, Love, Release -- go back,
Get some more to Live Through
Love Myself in spite of it all
And Release all the trouble, hate, blah blah - etcetera back into the universe.


To guess what ...
Liven up the Room
Love the Atmosphere
And be REleased from the Enclosure in spite of the Pleasure.


To do it again.
I don't think another rendition ould help
However you have now Lived through my work
Loved a momen in Time (even if not this one)
Been Released to be free of structure or anything confining your free liberty to Conceive a Thought of your Own Choosing.


So now I have Lent my thoughts to you -- what do you feel.