Tears Unheard

by

Carrie K. Hutchens

WhippoorwillI walk tonight wondering why this day is no more than yesterday.  Where has the hope hidden upon the path so dark and lonely?  Is there anyone?  Is there anyone near?  Is there anyone to hear?  Do my tears touch the ears of any or do they fade into aloneness somewhere along the roughed trail of hopes forbidden and too often stolen?

I pause.

I search the shadows.

Nothing touches the moment in hope or chance of a tomorrow beyond what has ever been.

Silence calls out in a whisper not heard.

Sunlight fades into blinding darkness.

No birds sing.  No crickets dance.  It’s all as if the world has stopped with dreams no more as nightmares soar.

As I begin to sink into the failed moment of twisted thought and hope forever lost, a Whippoorwill calls out into the dusk to sing of the dawn to be.

The little Whippoorwill refuses to see the darkness and sings of all the wonders in the sky above, with twinkling stars to dance in delight and the moon to smile upon the night.

The path, no longer frozen in the isolation of despair, bids me follow the songs of the nightly choir.  The choir so often unheard, but always there to assure we are never truly alone or in a void untouched by a God ever present.

Darkness may engulf us and reek of vile intent at the hands of man, but it shall never do so at the hands of He who loves us and bids us hear the choir He created to comfort and lead to delight.  A choir to remind us — we are never truly alone and our tears are always heard!

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I’m in a really bad mood…

grumpyYesterday, I was quite ticked off because I truly don’t like people writing to me and suggesting that those who are somewhat like-minded with me are something I know for a fact they are not!  Oh, that really ticks me off.  Not that you would ever guess.

But… it didn’t begin there… nor does it end there.

Not long ago, I was suspended from a site.  I received one thing that said I needed to agree not to do something anymore.  Problem was… I hadn’t done it in the first place.  And, for various reasons, I wasn’t about to confess to something I did not do.  Like… if I had taken the easy way out just to get back on the site — it would have been on record that I said I wouldn’t do it anymore?  Duh, the false confession could later be used against me with someone saying I had admitted to doing it prior, regardless of the fact I really hadn’t ever done the deed (in question) ever

Let’s put it this way…

I would rather never be on that site again, than to say I did something I did not do!

Needless to say, I don’t believe in false confessions.  Oh, did I say that already?

Nevertheless, I wrote to the site in question and they did let me back on, but it sounded as though they still thought I did whatever because their system supposedly said whatever it was it said.  On the other hand, I wondered if they had gone and taken a “physical” look, which would have shown what I was saying was true.  Maybe they even found out there is a flaw that the bad people figured out and used to their advantage to get rid of the opposition?  (The latter being what I think actually happened – the radicals and silencers found the flaw & were using it to their advantage.)

Then we come to today.  I started out the day finding I’m suspended from still another place.  (I wish I could say who.  Maybe later, I will.)  Once again, I am at the mercy of a group that can’t (or won’t) tell me specifics, but can hold me accountable for what I have no ability to control, even if it did happen.  But what if it didn’t… or what if it was a setup because I had ticked someone off?  After all, I do write and I do tick off radical liberals quite often, don’t I?

Might they set me up for punishment?

Naw!  They wouldn’t do something like that, would they?