Post by richtersmerriegrl on Mar 27, 2007 21:00:40 GMT -5
a longing, deep within ,of unknown origin
a burning need, unquenched, for what seemed an eternity
a hunger, never satiated, always present..
a silent scream of frustration deep within....
a river of tears, never ending, freezing in a womans heart grown cold
where is the sun? cried the woman
where is the nourishment?
where is the slaking of this endless silent torment?
a quiet voice, almost a whisper, said look within girl....
the woman looked for the voice, but saw nothing...
so she looked within... peeled back the layers of torment,
peeled back the walls of ice....
and peeked , shaking with fear inside...
lost and alone, but eager, excited at her first glimpse of sunlight....
the woman found the slave within herself....
lovingly she brought the girl out to feel the sun lick her soft skin..
to hear the sounds of the world around her.....
but the slave was frightened...
as the woman watched her slave self, she saw a searching..
the woman took the little slave into her hands once more...
she whispered, in hopes of keeping this soft newborn part of herself safe
but the little slave looked away... knowing.....
again the woman heard the voice, the whisper.....
"come to me, little one..." it said.....
and the slave lept with joy, the woman could fee the slave...
she felt the trembling... felt the longing of the slave to go to the voice..
Strong hands reached down, and lifted the slave....
they encircled her with such strength and protection that the woman was awed.
she looked to the slave, already feeling the loss of her warmth..
suddenly... the slave looked from the Strength which held her with such tenderness...
the slave reached out her little hand to the woman... silently pleading her to come..
The woman shook , her body trembling with fear....
she cried , her heart pounding with terror....
the slave smiled to the woman, and all at once the woman felt the peace
the joy springing from the heart of this slave, held by those Strong hands..
and the woman took the hand of the slave.
the woman and slave became one in the Strong arms of the one they both call Master.
a burning need, unquenched, for what seemed an eternity
a hunger, never satiated, always present..
a silent scream of frustration deep within....
a river of tears, never ending, freezing in a womans heart grown cold
where is the sun? cried the woman
where is the nourishment?
where is the slaking of this endless silent torment?
a quiet voice, almost a whisper, said look within girl....
the woman looked for the voice, but saw nothing...
so she looked within... peeled back the layers of torment,
peeled back the walls of ice....
and peeked , shaking with fear inside...
lost and alone, but eager, excited at her first glimpse of sunlight....
the woman found the slave within herself....
lovingly she brought the girl out to feel the sun lick her soft skin..
to hear the sounds of the world around her.....
but the slave was frightened...
as the woman watched her slave self, she saw a searching..
the woman took the little slave into her hands once more...
she whispered, in hopes of keeping this soft newborn part of herself safe
but the little slave looked away... knowing.....
again the woman heard the voice, the whisper.....
"come to me, little one..." it said.....
and the slave lept with joy, the woman could fee the slave...
she felt the trembling... felt the longing of the slave to go to the voice..
Strong hands reached down, and lifted the slave....
they encircled her with such strength and protection that the woman was awed.
she looked to the slave, already feeling the loss of her warmth..
suddenly... the slave looked from the Strength which held her with such tenderness...
the slave reached out her little hand to the woman... silently pleading her to come..
The woman shook , her body trembling with fear....
she cried , her heart pounding with terror....
the slave smiled to the woman, and all at once the woman felt the peace
the joy springing from the heart of this slave, held by those Strong hands..
and the woman took the hand of the slave.
the woman and slave became one in the Strong arms of the one they both call Master.