Purpose Missing (Return to the Garden)

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Why do these days linger, Lord?
When time stands still-
opens old wounds
tears spill
One drop on the table,
now two
I sit alone,
with my tears for company
sniffing back 
dripping nose
and I wipe my nose
but let the tears fall
wondering the meaningless of it all
when purpose becomes 
useless
dead
stolen
What of it?
Would you peel back the day of my birth 
and reveal to me my purpose ?
 Job days grow old, Lord
and I long to walk 
through 
open fields
Chasing a few butterflies myself.
My purpose stillborn?
Am I better off dead?
Has it been aborted,
cast away with the dreams 
of faceless masses?
What of it?
What of the good things?
The promises?
I’m left like 
salty, dime-sized
water drops on the table
still,
useless,
waiting
 to be wiped away
gone,
as if never appearing at all.
Bring alive in my memory
days of romping through long grass
fearless-
confident of your love
wild, free, cage-less
sky smiling overhead
all was good
unspoiled
unsoiled
mossy carpets,
beneath my feet and
 pine needle paths

Holy ground found
in secret places I roamed
alone 
in the garden
home sweet home. 
Linking with dVerse for Open Link Night
and EMILY for Imperfect Prose on Thursday!

10 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Recovering Church Lady
    Apr 09, 2013 @ 04:06:19

    If only he could have prayed those words before….

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  2. jeskmom
    Apr 09, 2013 @ 17:19:54

    Hmmm, sounds like it's time to read Ecclesiastes, Job, and the Gethsemane. Looking for the purpose that will turn a heart of bone into a heart of flesh. Praying for you.

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  3. Brian Miller
    Apr 09, 2013 @ 22:08:02

    I'm left like salty, dime-sizedwater drops on the tablelove that bit…and have been there and felt…and some days still trying to find my place in the after of ministry…

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  4. Denise
    Apr 09, 2013 @ 23:34:51

    Love you my friend.

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  5. LOLITA
    Apr 10, 2013 @ 00:36:12

    Good that Eden is found after being lost. Been there too.

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  6. Dawn Paoletta
    Apr 10, 2013 @ 11:43:07

    Brian, thanks for always getting my words. 😉

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  7. Shelly Miller
    Apr 11, 2013 @ 16:57:14

    So much here I can relate to, wanting to go back to simpler times when things felt carefree. Lovely. So glad you linked up to Imperfect Prose.

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  8. Emily Wierenga
    Apr 13, 2013 @ 02:56:10

    oh friend, it's beautiful, but i'm worried about you… is everything okay?

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  9. Dawn Paoletta
    Apr 13, 2013 @ 13:15:33

    Thank you, Shelly. 😉

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  10. Dawn Paoletta
    Apr 13, 2013 @ 13:16:24

    Hi Emily, yes and no! I messaged you on Facebook- in case you miss that (easy to do on FB)

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