"You are dumb". "Oh, I am dumb!"

Why one will never be able to express oneself.
There are always restrictions. Some are self-imposed, some are external. It's only because you have to care for the feelings of others. You have the freedom of speech. But the tongue can be the most lethal weapon which inflicts psychological wounds which pierce the brain and stay there forever. Most times, what's said can't be taken back without a scar. It is true especially in the case of children according to studies. If they are taught that they are dumb, they grow up with the impression that they are dumb.

To the shores beyond

She called to say farewell

As she turned a new leaf;

'I want you to keep praying for me'.

The rails would take her

To the shores of a life new;

With the past behind her,

And faith like a mustard seed

With the forgiveness of

The merciful Father

She moves

To the shores beyond.

Fear grips her

My phone rings...

She pours her heart out

'I am scared, my dearest!'

But go she must -

To learn, to reflect

To further her horizons

To follow her heart's dreams

Away from the shackles that bound;

For a purposeful life

And with the Lord on her side

All she needs to do is,

Believe.

Easier said than done

For, a world of evil waits out there,

Seamless

She embarks on a new voyage

Given up her old self;

'I don't want mama crying

Nor my daddy's tears...

Though I am not close to them

I still love them'

(I just don't express)

Bags are being packed

Assurances are poured down

'When I think I can't handle it

I'll just give you a call,

How I wish you were there,

And I hope against hope ,

That you'll find work there.'

***

The phone calls lasted long

With stories on one end ,

Twisted with guilt and fear,

And on the other ,

A patient listening ear.

They went straight to my mind

Which said,

What a beautiful person now!

What a faithful heart!

How great a faith founded

A change that was made to last!

She gives me hope.

In a heart so tender

A faith that is yet slender

Still promising to stand by,

Her loving Saviour King.

'Your zeal for Him

Seems unmatchable',

Said I once; She replied,

'I've wronged,

But now I know God,

And I don't want to change,'

With a smile that melted my heart

Hearing the tender hearted faith

Of a real human being,

Who was once fallen on her knees

But now found hope.

Fear lingers

But I'll cheer her

As she completes every lap,

Fighting the dark knights

Of gossip and slander,

Dashing forward

With a zeal like never before,

To share the love and hope

Her Saviour's put in her heart

And one day she'll stand firm footed

Perhaps hand in hand,

With another tender hearted warrior

Embarking on another journey

To share what they received;

And I will still stand and cheer

The brave woman of faith

Who lived her all, His way

From the moment

The Lord touched her.

I will be here.

Riding the midnight as the bird touched down

My friend writes fantastically. As I read how he described our travel I felt, that's almost just how I experienced it, nearly there.
We had an adventurous ride, which happened only because he insisted. I had a goal, he made the way and we enjoyed together. That piece of prose lies here in his blog.
Some people have gifted friends.