Monday, April 13, 2015

Invisible War

“Softness is not weakness. It takes courage to stay delicate in a world this cruel.” Beau Taplin

Once there were flower petals –trampled—

An army of dead, white flesh treading over them—tearing them, drenching them in mud and stench.

The petals of hope.

The feet of children.

Alive, yet—trapped within bodies of debris and decay. Harlots choose their fate, but fate gives us no choice.

According to the clock of time, lives changed with its tick. They maimed us, planted weapons inside, and we were charged to war them. For months, years, decades? Children. To fight the beasts within, and sometimes never conqueror.

Marching. One, two, three, four… drill sergeants screeching–outside our ears? Inside our bodies. One, two, three, four… sawing away at our muscles—monsters forcing us to crush petals, dirty under our feet.

The petals of hope.

The feet of children.

The pink of their life turned brown. A part of us, lost permanently. Killed with our flowers, lying on the bloody earth.

Created in His image and whipped by the curse.

A loving God?

A loving God.

“Therefore, we do not lose heart, but though our outer man is decaying, yet our inner man is being renewed day by day.”

- 2 Corinthians 4:16



  1. I love the verse at the end, Stephanie!

  2. A loving God? A loving God. And it's important that I remember it. Thanks for the reminder. :)