Between the what if’s…
That magical dimension,
Akin to delusions or psychoses.
Where one holds to a tiny thread of subjective reality,
A confirmed impossibility,
Only in the realm of gentle probability,
From the mind of one, single, beautiful, intelligent, creative, unique, human being…
Who’s to say any of us are wrong?
©2017 Elizabeth Dianne Allee
First round not a threat to life,
Initially many believed.
Fire-works, they began to look,
But colorful lights they did not see.
Screams from the crowd erupted,
People began to run and fall.
Blood started to flow,
From faces, necks and hearts.
Which way to run, no one knew.
What direction were the bullets coming?
At least 20 minutes it seemed, continuous rounds,
Automatic weapons rushing.
58 dead, over 500 injured,
Our city forever changed.
Pray for Las Vegas.
Each victim has a story and a name…
©Elizabeth Dianne Allee
October 3, 2017
I pray You help me see,
All people as you see them.
The beauty within their hearts,
Even when it’s well hidden.
I pray You help me look,
Past their stains and flaws.
To a soul born to search for light,
Make transparent life’s inflicted scars.
I pray You teach me how to love,
Even the ones who cause me harm.
Help me see their pain and struggles,
And grant them the gift of compassion.
We are all connected,
Each heart in a living symphony.
Intertwined into one fabric,
And it’s You that we need.
Please hear my prayer God.
I know it’s only You,
Who can unite and restore all hearts.
Help me see Your children as You do…
Awkward in this world,
Is the way I walk around.
Not comfortable in the skin God gave me,
Timid, and among others, still alone.
Preferring to hide away from people,
So as not to be exposed.
I wish to conceal the pain,
That I nurse and help grow.
Many pains, fears, and inadequacies,
Haunt and control me to my core.
I feel eyes upon me while I move,
As a stranger through this world.
Awkward glances and awkward smiles,
I’m intimidated by every flicker of shadow or light.
I know not how to just “be”,
And capture freedom from this awkward plight.
This was written January 9, 2013- Four days after I quit using/drinking. I’ve come a loooong way, but admit I have further to let God bring me. I’m still way too comfortable with isolation, but I don’t feel like the awkward stranger I once identified with. Thanks for reading!
Gathered together as strangers.
Connected by fascination.
Experiencing the shared moment,
Eyes lifted in amazement…
Bellagio Casino Fountain show, Las Vegas strip
pic: my collection