Luke 10: 30-37
30 And Jesus answering said, A certain man went down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell among thieves, which stripped him of his raiment, and wounded him, and departed, leaving him half dead.
31 And by chance there came down a certain priest that way: and when he saw him, he passed by on the other side.
32 And likewise a Levite, when he was at the place, came and looked on him, and passed by on the other side.
33 But a certain Samaritan, as he journeyed, came where he was: and when he saw him, he had compassion on him,
34 And went to him, and bound up his wounds, pouring in oil and wine, and set him on his own beast, and brought him to an inn, and took care of him.
35 And on the morrow when he departed, he took out two pence, and gave them to the host, and said unto him, Take care of him; and whatsoever thou spendest more, when I come again, I will repay thee.
36 Which now of these three, thinkest thou, was neighbour unto him that fell among the thieves?
37 And he said, He that shewed mercy on him. Then said Jesus unto him, Go, and do thou likewise.
I cry (unfinished)
10/15/05
I cry inside the
tears I cannot show
And fight the fears
that only seem to grow
I fight the pain
that comes but will not go
To save myself from
worse should someone know.
And still I dream of
better things to come
Of hopes, and
dreams, and joys, and even fun
Of starry nights, of
cloud and rain, or sun
Safe home that's
free, of peace and warmth and love.
But here I'm trapped
and fail to hide the pain
Of blows that keep
coming time and time again
This was a rough
weekend. It went in cycles at home where things would kind of be calm for a
while and then the tensions would build till I was on edge always wondering
just when the explosion would occur and what would trigger it. I'd been feeling
it all week and this was what came out that Saturday. The mental and emotional
full-frontal attack came the next night lasting well into the morning hours. I
nearly missed a critical appointment the next morning due to the total
exhaustion left from it. Thankfully, one of the people I have had available at
times for support was there to mitigate the further potential strain and even
relieve the strain that was there.
I was part of a
committee on campus and we had a big activity specific to our group that day.
Being part of the presidency, I had been there during the morning to help
prepare before the rest came. During down time while food was cooking the
others went who knows where and I tried to calm my spirit's stress by playing
on the piano in one of the rooms. It did not help as much as it usually would.
So I started writing. This was the result. It helped more. But I was still only
minimally responsive to others all that day as the weight of the coming attack
was such that I could not contain it and be social. None of them had a clue.
But then it would have been hard to see it as the stress was so much during
this time that I was constantly fighting to keep it all under wraps. So it
wouldn't have looked all that different from what they had seen of me.