Prompt IV
Photo by: JoAnn Landon
All Fall Down
By: Steve Brownlee
We always thought we were supporting her, Trinity, our little sister with her constantly mounting disabilities. We helped her to stand. We helped her to walk. We were always her supports, and that was ok. It was the life God made for us.
So it came as a shattering realization that we were not supporting her at all. It was her, little broken Trinity, that had held all of us from falling down. When she left, physical ailments and all, when she stood alone, when she stepped into her own future, my other sister and I collapsed and floundered looking for that missing pillar to hold us up as she had always done. But pillars are not so easy to find.
Threaded
By: Kayla Morrill
Together. Connected. A common thread. It flows so smoothly that the average eye may not see it. Can you see it? The Holy Spirit is woven within us. As we interact, as we live, as we thrive, He is more noticeable. You see it because you connect with Him too. So that makes you a part of us. No questions asked. No boxes to check. Together. Connected. Threaded.
Intertwined But Never Touching
By: JoAnn Landon
Entangled?
But moving as one
Individuals but on the same path
Intertwined but never touching
Kinda feels like the Body of Christ, huh?
Same beliefs, same overarching paths, connected though most will never touch
All made in the same image
It could’ve been one
But then again-
One is just never enough
So, how do we add more?
As you can see, there is only three
Our one path The Great Commission
See, he’s saying more than just be like me!
He is saying, “Hey You! Go get some people, so I can set them FREE!”
Take My Hand
By: Cassie A. Green
When I reach out,
I want you to take my hand…
to choose the risk,
and take it with me.
Take the risk with me.
I hold my breath.
We can hold our breath together.
I’ll do it.
I will.
I’ll hold on and never let go.
I’ll cry your tears with you,
if you’ll just take a deep breath,
grab my hand, and
jump to the other side with me.
The other side that I’m already on.
It’s possible,
because I feel the ground
beneath my own feet.
I’m here,
but you aren’t.
Do you see it?
Can you tell?
Do you know?
And it’s just far enough that if you don’t reach out, I won’t be able to reach you, and I’ll have to go.
But please, don’t not reach out, don’t not try.
Don’t let me go.
Of course…
at some point,
I will,
I’ll go.
I’'ll cry my own tears, and let it all go.
