A passing breeze
My old friend. If you are listening, even reading this. Drama is going to hit you hard. Prepare. The pushing you away is indefinite. Be at peace with where you are inside. Keep learning the bible and keep reaching for the calm.
Don't listen to me for the sake of anything else because I am just a worldly person now. I don't expect you to ever talk to me again but I beg that you prepare yourself for the a hateful experience. I know I was young in the truth and had many things yet to learn. You are more experience but I beg of you to pray hard.
Dig deep inside of yourself and understand when I say these are just men. If you have that strong relationship with Jehovah you keep pursuing it. Yet I must say find another place to do it at. And if they don't treat you like they did me, I ask that you never tell me.
Better yet just keep dredging along in this odd circle. Never letting the disgusting pieces of immature people hit you.
For even right now, I can see you roll your eyes. Even now I can see you saying too much drama. But I must say if you believe that about me, just never look at another poem. Just turn away and go away.
Yet. I doubt, seriously, you will be reading my work. Had you, you would have know the crud hit the fan and broke me so fast.
Yeah I know my relationship with Jehovah was sore, maybe even weak in areas but you must understand with all that I was enduring, you, her, her, families and sickness that I was tired of trying to be this upstanding person. It was just messed up. I was still broken.
Today I am not. I washed my hands of the organization. I didn't wash my hands of Jehovah. He, I still trust. As for the respect, honor and praise, Jehovah and Jesus will always receive it from me. And you old friend. I lost a good friend. But I learned my lesson. You were only there to teach me how to let go.
And I did.
So if you are listening. Prepare yourself for hard hits of drama. The "choices" you will be making. But for me. I am just Mary. A passing breeze.
Don't listen to me for the sake of anything else because I am just a worldly person now. I don't expect you to ever talk to me again but I beg that you prepare yourself for the a hateful experience. I know I was young in the truth and had many things yet to learn. You are more experience but I beg of you to pray hard.
Dig deep inside of yourself and understand when I say these are just men. If you have that strong relationship with Jehovah you keep pursuing it. Yet I must say find another place to do it at. And if they don't treat you like they did me, I ask that you never tell me.
Better yet just keep dredging along in this odd circle. Never letting the disgusting pieces of immature people hit you.
For even right now, I can see you roll your eyes. Even now I can see you saying too much drama. But I must say if you believe that about me, just never look at another poem. Just turn away and go away.
Yet. I doubt, seriously, you will be reading my work. Had you, you would have know the crud hit the fan and broke me so fast.
Yeah I know my relationship with Jehovah was sore, maybe even weak in areas but you must understand with all that I was enduring, you, her, her, families and sickness that I was tired of trying to be this upstanding person. It was just messed up. I was still broken.
Today I am not. I washed my hands of the organization. I didn't wash my hands of Jehovah. He, I still trust. As for the respect, honor and praise, Jehovah and Jesus will always receive it from me. And you old friend. I lost a good friend. But I learned my lesson. You were only there to teach me how to let go.
And I did.
So if you are listening. Prepare yourself for hard hits of drama. The "choices" you will be making. But for me. I am just Mary. A passing breeze.
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