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This is a piece I would like to build on. Please give me whatever advice you feel especially on imagery. I'm trying to tackle the question, "Where is God when bad things happen?" Also stepping back into the grace of God.
She stumbled in the door hurriedly. She ripped off everything, her purse, her shoes, and clothes. They all laid in a pile as she ran to the shower.
As the water ran down her body, she began to reflect on the events of the night. She closed her eyes replaying each scene in her mind. Tears started flowing, mixing with the water. She snapped her eyes open, not wanting to think anymore. She wanted to forget.
Turning the water off she stepped out, and covered herself with a towel. In her bedroom, she crashed to the floor on her knees. She bent forward covering her face with her hands.
“Where were you?” She silently released.
She looked around the room. Searching for the familiar presence she once knew. The room was cold. She felt abandoned.
"You promised you would be there. I cried for you! I begged for you! Where the hell were you?"
He looked down at her, his heart full of sympathy. The brown eyes of the girl were pleading for answers. She stood now, at the foot of her bed, arms wide in desperation. She walked across the room and picked up a glass figurine, and threw it against the wall. As the glass shattered into tiny pieces on the carpeted floor, her towel fell baring her nakedness. She scurried to the shadows, cowering, ashamed in his presence. Her words were severed by her sobs-
“I…when…I whispered my plea for you when they…*sniff*… looked at me with lustful eyes, pouring me drink after drink. When they carried me, one holding my hands and one…*sniff*… my feet, to the back room; my spirit was groaning for you. And when they… touched me… jeering at me you like that bitch, oh yea we know you do… my screams were for you. So my question is …*sniff*… why now? Why when I’m saturated with despair, misplaced in confusion, somewhere in the middle of who I was and who I will be. Why do you show up now?”
She continued to stare at him, this time with disdain in her eyes. His heart wept for her. He wiped the tears from his eyes. The glass still sat on the floor, disjointed and without its luster. He walked over and gathered the pieces of his creation, which was once the figure of a strong and beautiful woman, and began to weep. Walking over to his child, h placed the pieces in front of her. She looked down at it and back at him confused. He sat down to explain…
“Put the pieces back together.” He stated.
He smiled softly at his love, two pieces in his hand, “Put the pieces back together.” He said again.
"I.. I can't. I don't know how!" She exclaimed.
"Allow me." He said as he picked up the pieces, placing every piece of glass where it belongs. Slowly the shattered glass becomes the elegant figurine it once was.
He leaned toward the woman, and pulled her up and out of the shadows.
“Like this figurine you can become whole again. Why do you only call me when you are in trouble? I love you and I have missed you. Allow me to put the pieces back together” He whispered as he pulled her in for an embrace.
She hung her head in shame. He grab her chin and gently pull her head up.
“You can be redeemed my child."
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