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On the path,
I thought I was alone.
I turned to my left. I saw a lie.
I was sick, lonely, troubled.
I approached the lie. He stretched out his hand. I consumed the alluring placebos he offered to me.
Later, I queried the deceiver. "Why do your ways not comfort my pain any longer?"
He merely shrugged his shoulders and wandered off.
I dared to follow.
I journeyed, following the lie and I was tortured and tested.
Once sicker, lonelier and more troubled, I said goodbye to the lie.
I gazed to the right. In the distance was Truth.
The path that led to Truth was overgrown.
Long and arduous.
I walked the path.
I became weary.
He smiled and beckoned to me.
I heard whispers of encouragement dance around my heart.
Troubled waters trickled out of me and lay themselves amongst the pebbles in the path.
I was very close.
I was able to look upon the familiar face of truth.
Lovely Truth was encompassed in light - empowered by love.
I was ready to embrace, but I could not put my arms around him.
Between Truth and myself was a narrow gate.
I queried, "Why did you beckon me?"
Truth smiled and pointed to the gate.
I touched the latch to open the gate,
But found it to be locked.
I was perplexed. I became angry.
I queried, "Why do you play with my heart as did the deceiver?"
I was answered with silence,
but surrounded by love.
And so began my quest to open the gate.
I arranged my earthly tools and set to the task.
So engrossed in my work,
I did not see the tears of Truth.
My nimble fingers worked on the latch.
I failed to see blood trickling from the outstretched hands of Truth.
His hands held the key,
to unlock the gate.
I hungered for Truth. I was ravenous.
The deceiver appeared on my left. He said, "I will help you with that gate."
He positioned himself between me and Truth.
And I lost sight of Truth.
Steadfast -- hands outstretched -- marked with his blood.
Bored with our labors, deceiver wandered off. In search of a new playground.
There he remained.
His blood ran in rivers.
His face contorted with physical pain.
He held the key,
unwavering in his bloody hands.
Still waiting for me.
I fell to my knees.
Washed over me as flesh met flesh.
I now had the key.
To embrace Truth.
And receive Life.
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Wow Heather, what an anointed piece? Had all the makings of "The Pilgrim's Progress." God bless and thanks for sharing...
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