The Offer

She raises head to heaven,


seeking that which has always eluded.

She is bone tired.

Tired of offering,

tired of trying,

tired of having the heart on her sleeve

torn from her grasp,

a pale, unnatural thing.

She just wanted to be loved.

Was that too much to ask?

Too much to expect,

that she could be known

and cherished?

This fragile gift,

this presentation of her self,

is flung back in her face,

a trampled orphan

in a death camp.

She will make one last stand.

She has heard there is a Love,

a Keeping close to Heart,

a Naming, a Delight.

She raises prayer to brilliant skies

and offers one last time…

16 comments on “The Offer

  1. Moving and thoughtful words.

    The flower looks a bit like an African lily that I took a while back in our botanical gardens.

  2. Caddo Veil says:

    Okay fine, now I’m weepy-eyed. As I said last week, Melody, you’re too good at this!! I read on another blog today, the phrase–“live in the grip of grace”. Is that not wow-wonderful too?!

  3. You voice plants, but in reality you voice humans

  4. Glenda Mills says:

    Only love can break a heart…only God’s love can mend it again…only God knows the secret of the heart and pull it from us…He sees, knows, cares…thanks for sharing…you brought tears to my eyes again…

  5. pbus1 says:

    Moving, beautiful! May the Lord bless you!


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