We Must Lose To Win

Every now and then, and then and again,

We must face the unkind but obvious reality,

That sometimes we have to lose in order to win.

It isn’t a pretty thought, in fact it is a tough pill to swallow,

Therefore, inside one’s being it has began to wallow,

In self pity as the song plays, “Woe It’s Me!”

As the mind agrees, “Oh Yes It’s Me!”

And the heart pleads, “Please Set Me Free!”

But the body says, “Just Let Me Be!”

Oh yes, sometimes we must lose to win,

You have to let go of some things to get to the end,

Of the me, myself and I and the “I’m doing this my way,”

To ultimately find out the way that has already been paved.

Paved before we were even created by our Heavenly Father.

DEEP IN THE WELL OF LOSS

Just now while in the midst of packing to move, I found this poem I wrote some months after my husband died. It really took me back so I wanted to share it. 

RIP My Love 😚

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Deep in the well if loss has fallen my mere existence,

All that I once was and once loved has traveled a far distance,

Away from me and out of the palm of my grip,

Yet within the banks of my memory are many different clips,

So much so that I toss and turn throughout the night,

Tormented by what I’ve lost until the greeting of the morning light,

Who am I without you? I ask, because I truly don’t know anymore,

These agonizing thoughts weigh down too deep to which I cannot ignore,

For deep in the well of loss my mere existence has fallen,

Deep down into that well which has my insides calling,

Calling into the depth of the well hoping to hear your voice,

Just to discover the sound that answers back isn’t yours, but my voice,

Therefore deep in the well of loss I have to bury my pain,

And deep in the well of loss I have to cover over the stains,

From the tear droppings that fall likened to that of blood drops,

From the outpouring of pain that has me all twisted up in knots,

As I weep lowering the bucket slowly down inside the well,

Where I must leave all of the things that I cannot bear to tell,

Deep down in the well of loss I drop off the things of my past,

Which is going to be hard to do but God please help me I ask??

FACTS

​Finally there it was, the thing he needed to face,

The fact that she used him after he had extended her grace,

A fact he never would have nor ever wanted to confess,

But every few months he throws up the thoughts he’s been trying to supress,

Gullible he was when he decided to trust her,

Now he can never forget, and things won’t ever be as they were,

Now a broken man trying to find the scattered pieces of life,

Trying to find the pieces to convince him that life is worth the fight.

2017
 

“Don’t Want To Cry No More”

I have cried and I have cried,
I have cried to the point of feeling tired,
I cannot stop the tears from pouring from my eyes,
And I cannot quiet the pain that’s screaming inside,
But I can suppress the thoughts from entering into my mind,
Yet I cannot convince the heart to look past to decline,
The grief that comes about every year around this time,
Oh why can’t the heart match the mind and be blind,
Blind to the fact that in 4 years you are still gone,
I just don’t want to hurt no more, I mean is that wrong?

2016

ASPIRE

ASPIRE:
For many hours until about 30 minutes ago I was feeling a little down. And that’s ok because I’m human and I fight battles too.  But in the very midst of my (self) drawn out moment I hear “ASPIRE STACY!” How many of you know that we can bite that bait and lay down on things instead of giving the enemy walking papers?? So I asked aspire to what??
Aspire to rise above your limitations,
Aspire to move beyond adversity,
Aspire to jump over life’s hurdles,
Aspire to climb above and over your mountains,
Aspire to look past the naysayers, downers, pretenders and purpose killers,
Aspire to be all that God has created you to be,
Hold your head up that you may clearly see what HE has shaped you to be.
Get up!!! Look up!!! Suit up!!! And keep moving…

“Party of One”

We come into this world as one,
We shall leave this world also as one,
Before the throne of God we will stand as one,
And judgement will be received one by one.
You are without a doubt a party of one,
Haven’t you heard that from someone, anyone?
You are a party of one, not two or three,
So let this truth break chains and set you free!

“Sleeping With The Enemy”

She felt it was wrong the moment he docked her door,
For the man standing there was certainly not sent from the Lord,
Yet she let him into her home and in her personal space,
Obviously he had an agenda as he moved at an accelerated pace,
She desperately wanted to say no but realized “no” was no longer an option,
And the aftermath of the night left her in need of a doctor,
She slept with the devil who tried viciously to tear her apart,
And every moment she laid with the enemy she wished for it to stop,
As her flesh sharply ripped she wrestled to push him away,
But he snatched her by the hair brutally having his way,
And she laid there dying on the inside trying hard not to cry,
It took forever as she thought within, “Why won’t this time pass by?”
Then the moment came and Satan reached his climax,
And she thought he’d leave, get out and away to relax,
But it didn’t end there for her, no he had an agenda to fulfill,
He came there to destroy her, yes his purpose was to kill,
So he threw her around again pounding blows to her opened wounds,
And with her arms bound she had no idea if she’d die or just bruised,
Regretting the choice she made to let that demon inside,
She wept whispering the name of Jesus time after time,
Thank God she made it through and out of it alive,
Although the situation makes her feel so very dead inside!
The pain in her body was so hard to bear,
So hard, extremely painful and yet another big scare,
But she is alive with the ability to face day after day,
As she tries to bathe rigorously the very touch of him away,
She slept with the enemy who ejaculated venom into her being,
So much so that only God can put an end to her grieving,
But will she turn back, will she fall down at her Father’s feet?
Or will she allow this ordeal to leave her feeling broken and incomplete?
What occured that night,  no given day since have changed,
She was battered by a demon who was viciously deranged!

“WHO”

Who is it that can give me direction and inspiration?
Who is it that will give me strength and motivation?
Who is it that can give me Agape love and affection?
And Who can I depend on for around the clock protection?
Who can I literally talk to all day long?
And Who can I depend on when everyone else is gone?
Who will never leave me and have never forsaken me?
And Who has broken these chains of bondage to set me free?
Who, I say WHO can I walk with whether it be day or night?
And Who can I depend on when I  need to stand and fight?
Who can I look to when feeling lost and lowly,
And Who can I approach behind the veil in awe and boldly?
Who will stick closer to me than any other?
And Who will give me the words to speak when my tongue wants to stutter?
Who, I say WHO can I trust always and forever?
That WHO would be my Heavenly Father, and truly there is no one better!

“MORE TIME”

More time was what he wanted but could not have,
And he desired to treasure it all again, to live life and laugh,
Yet life as he knew it was quickly flashing before his eyes,
As his organs began to malfunction, he cried for more time,
He said, “If I could do it over I’d do things alot diffrently!”
But it wasn’t until death was staring him in the face he received an epiphany,
That he had taken all of the many close calls given him for granted,
And time had run its course, God was now calling as heaven chanted,
“Please give me more time Father,” he said as he continuously wept,
For he wasn’t quite ready to go to his heavenly home just yet,
But he knew it was a matter of time so he began to get his earthly house in order,
As he faced the realization that these earthly bodies are not immortal,
Back into the ground he knew his earthly shell would be buried,
So time was of the essence therefore he knew he had to hurry,
Not completely making the fact that he was about to pass known,
He spent day and night with family with no desire to be alone,
Until the moment was at hand, it was then he sent them on an errand,
And he put things in order where they would be easily apparent,
He knew he was about to breathe his last breath on this side,
But he knew it would have killed his wife to stand there and watch him die,
So he did what he knew to do in order to ease some of her upcoming pain,
And he made sure his last few moments were spent wisely and not in vain,
More time was what he desired but knew time had run its course,
Therefore he decided not to fight anymore and submitted without force,
And although that moment he had with his family would be his last,
He left behind the type of memories that would continue to last and last!  

“Not Tonight”

Everyday she was awakened to the smell of breakfast cooking,
And greeted with a smile and the words “Good Morning good looking!”
What a way to wake up feeling on top of the world,
Just to lose it all within seconds as life spins and twirls,
For tomorrow is not promised so it’s best to live today,
And make peace with others, do good and pray,
Tell the ones you care about just how much you love them,
So that if tomorrow doesn’t come there won’t be no guilt,
For she longs for the scent of him  she can no longer smell,
Yes, she longs to hear the words he would always yell,
From the front of the house as he heard her footsteps,
Walking to meet him as he awaited at the doorstep,
Yet the sound is faint, it can no longer be heard,
For that voice is no more and the body is buried,
And she cries herself to sleep each and every night,
Knowing he won’t be able to join her once again tonight.
ⓒ 2015