Qara' leb `ataph

I had a dream...
In my dream I was in a world that was long abondoned.
Tattered and broken was that world.
All that was left standing were the frames of wooden houses and shapeless break walls.

It had just rained, I think;
and the place was filled with eary silence,
T'was an atmosphere of sadness and yet so filled with hope.
Strange, undying hope.

There were people walking by, some I have never met before.
Children were calling out, inviting me for a game.
Why?
Why so joyful?
How can they show joy amidst the brokenness of everything that surrounded us all?
How can they even laugh or love in such a dark and pitiful place?
Why are they filled with so much hope in what seems like a kingdom of hopelessness?
Why?
Why are they so filled with gladness and yet here I am standing,
Looking at the hopes in their eyes, being like the world I was in
--broken, hopeless, abondoned, tattered, fearful, and dying.

I had a dream...
I was in darkness.
Pitch black darkness that enveloped everything.
There was no light, no life.
None except me and the light that was in me.
But my light was growing dimmer,
dying with every sigh I heave.

Faces flashed before me.
Taunting me, mocking, hating, rejecting.
They all pointed at my wounds;
at the deep cuts all over me.
--bleeding and throbbing.
Aching and stringing as blood gushes out.

I cries out to the faces, pleading to them.
"I have done nothing wrong!
Am I not innocent?
I am not at fault!"

Why does everybody hate me?
Why does everyone wants me broken?
Why can't they accept me for who I am?
Why is everybody abondoning me?

The silence drowned the taunts.
I was left alone again, bare and broken.
There was no more light, my light had completely died.
And yet I could still see the wounds that I bear.
No longer did it hurt, I was just jaded and numb.

I just let the darkness engulped me.
It doesn't make sense to even try to fight it.
So then I close my eyes...

SELAH

I hear drops of water.
I look up and saw a man.
His eyes was on me, filled with concern as if about to cry.
Then the faces flashed again around us.
They were blaming me, taunting me, trying to convince the man that everything was my fault.
But He just looked at me and asked,"Did you?"
I cried out,"Why would I?"
His eyes was filled with compasion.
He draw nearer and picked me up.
He carried me into His arms and took me away.
He saved me from all the taunts, mocking, blaming, accusation, and rejection.
He took me away from the darkness.
He cared to pick me up eventough I was the world's scrap
His concern was on me and He cared when no one else did

He was just silent as we moved farther away.
But at that time there were no need for words;
I was contented with the warmth that He gave.
I was contented to be in His arms.

In His arms I felt safe.
In His arms I don't need to prove myself.
In His arms I know that I am love and accepted.
I know that I will never be alone anymore.
For the man who carries me will make me whole.
For I know the man whose arms I'm in will love me more than anyone could.

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