One Day Soon...

....I will have forgotten your face to such a degree, blurred by days, weeks, months, years, I will walk right by you, look straight through you as though a stranger, just another short statured man in a crowd of small minded men.

...even now, the exact shade and colour of your eyes has become undefined, indistinct when at a time when with you I found your eyes incredibly magnetizing...perhaps the monster peeking out and creating a ripple of thought and want... now that monster peeking out, jumping out to grasp with both hands, creates a ripple of disgust and loathing to match no other.

The very perverse nature of his conduct, his character sliming its way across the landscape of my vision and intuition, until I could no longer continue the facade and hide true feelings behind my own eyes. They betrayed me and created a maelstrom of fury and fists.

And so it is, that I catalogue the things that grow frayed at the edges, like old style sepia photographs of the past, slowly encroaching to meet in the middle, growing invisible with each millimetre of advancement.

The hands...they are distinct and fraught with memory...casting pictures and landscapes within my mind. But the jawline until It meets the ears and hairline has sloughed away, now only an amporhous glob remains, in time with the lack of character.

The nose...just a nose to be easily forgotten...

The shape of his head as it met mine with irritating frequency will remain with me for some time; the hardened forehead, the few smallish lumps upon his head as though with each successive victim expunged and destroyed, a horn grows in place, larger each time an evil deed is done in glee.

The strange gait he had, a sort of hit'n miss stride as though his heart was pumping that rhythm, when in truth he had a bad hip he refused to have looked at. The stance he would take when watching me in anger, in derision for whatever it was being done in that moment. The stillness...the readiness evident in his posture, his very being...a warning of violence to come, or a verbal barrage if I was lucky.

One day soon, even these things will pass...become a distant memory, a blip in this road of life I'm on. God is good my friends...He truly watches over us and whether we believe or not, He believes in us and loves each one, even evil doers; I feel deeply that it grieves His heart mightily, just as it would us if one of our children became something horrible and horrifying.

And so I continue on this path, this journey, this ADVENTURE that has become my life and I praise God in the little things and the big...

"For in him we live, and move, and have our being; as certain also of your own poets have said, For we are also his offspring." Acts 17:28

Go now dear treasures, dear lost ones and look to the future...there is something for you, something better, something more than the prison you reside in, in fear and terror....

That is not what God has intended for you....do not listen to that whopper of a lie...He never intended us for evil, to sacrifice ourselves for a person who holds no remorse, no regret, and no plans on stopping his self-pleasuring ways...always his way or there's the door, don't let it hit you in the ass on the way out...literally words we've heard before, yes?

That's not love...that is never love, nor kindness, or compassion...it is the opposite of each attribute listed...selfish, demeaning, cruel, impatient...

I pray you find your way, safely... to freedom and all that God has for you that is good and wonderful, joyous and gracious.