THIRTEEN DAYS OF REDEMPTION
DEDICATED TO MY BROTHER, LOUIS.
OVER FIFTY-FOUR YEARS AGO A YOUNG MAN CAME INTO THE WORLD,
HE HAD HOPES AND DREAMS AND DESIRES BUT THEY WERE LEFT UNFULFILLED.
INSTEAD HE HAD HEARTACHE, PAIN, CONFUSION AND A DEEP VOID IN HIS HEART.
HE HID HIS SHAME AND THE ANGUISH BEHIND A MASK BECAUSE HE FELT IN HIS HEART HE COULD NEVER MEAUSURE UP NO MATTER HOW HE TRIED.
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HE TRIED TO MAKE OTHERS HAPPY BUT HE CRIED THE TEARS OF A CLOWN.
HE HAD SUCH A TENDER HEART THAT HE HID BEHIND THE ROBE OF BRAVADO AND PRETENSE, AND WITH AN ATTITUDE OF NONCHALANCE,
ONLY THOSE WHO KNEW HIM WELL KNEW OF THE STING OF NOT BEING GOOD ENOUGH THAT HE WORE AS A CLOAK THAT CLUNG TO HIM.
HIS FRIENDS TRIED TO ENCOURAGE HIM BUT SADLY THEIR EFFORTS WERE IN VAIN THEY KNEW ALL TO WELL THE TROUBLE IN HIS HEART.
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THERE WERE NEON SIGNS WARNING EVERYWHERE THAT HE WAS NOT HIMSELF BUT THEY WERE IGNORED OR DISMISSED.
HE MUTTERED BELOW HIS BREATH, IF YOU TOOK TIME TO HEAR, THAT HE FELT UNLOVED AND ALONE AND REJECTED BY THOSE DEAR TO HIM.
THE SELF-LOATHING AND FRUSTRATION STOOD TALL IN HIS SOUL AND SHOUTED ITS CALL TO THOSE WHO WOULD LISTENED.
HE YIELDED TO THE OMINOUS CRY IN HIS SOUL BUT ALL HE HEARD WAS THE BLACK BIRD OF DEATH BECKONING HIM-COME, COME NOW!
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HE READ IN THE WORD OF GOD AND RECITED: "AS A DEER PANTS FOR THE WATER BROOKS,
SO, PANTS MY SOUL FOR GOD, MY SOUL THIRSTS FOR GOD, THE LIVING GOD. MY TEARS HAVE BEEN MY FOOD DAY AND NIGHT,
WHILE THEY CONTINUALLY SAY TO ME WHERE IS YOUR GOD?
WHY ARE YOU CAST DOWN, O MY SOUL AND WHY ARE YOU DISQUIETED WITHIN ME?"
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HE SEARCHED FOR HOURS THROUGH THE WORD OF GOD SEARCHING FOR ANSWERS THAT NEVER CAME BECAUSE OF THE DROWNING VOICES THAT NEVER CEASED.
ALL HE HEARD WAS THE SOUND OF THE DESTROYER TELLING HIM NOW: "TAKE A DRINK OF THE POISON AND YOU WILL SLEEP
FOREVER IN PEACE, NO MORE WORRIES OR FEARS WILL PLAGUE YOU, MY SON.
IT IS THE TIME TO REST". THE VOICES IN HIS HEAD BECAME SO OVERWHELMING HE COULD NOT RESTRAINED HIMSELF.
HE WENT TO THE CUPBOARD AND TOOK DOWN THE POISON THAT WILL SILENCED THE ANGRY, LOUD VOICES OF DEATH: "DRINK IT NOW AND SLEEP", THEY SAID, "DRINK, DRINK IT UP NOW AND SLEEP."
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HIS MOTHER FOUND HIM IN THE THROES OF DEATH BUT THE DESTROYER WOULD NOT GIVE UP WITHOUT A FIGHT.
HE FOUGHT WITH ALL HIS MIGHT WHEN HE WAS HELD BOUND
WHEN THEY TRIED TO FORCE THE ANTIDOTE THAT WILL RELEASE HIM FROM THE GATES OF HELL,
THE DESTROYER DID NOT LET UP AND IT TOOK MANY TO HOLD HIM DOWN LIKE THE MAN OF GADARENES.
HE HOWLED AND FOUGHT BUT FINALLY WAS RESTRAINED.
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HE SURVIVED THIRTEEN DAYS AND HE SUCCUMBED TO DEATH BUT THE DESTROYER DID NOT WIN. NOT THIS ONE, NOT THIS TIME.
THE FAMILY GATHERED AROUND HIM AND PRAYED WITH HIM AND SHOWERED HIM TOO LATE WITH MUCH NEEDED LOVE AND AFFECTION.
BUT IS LOVE EVER TOO LATE? I ASKED. LOVE GAVE HIM THE WORDS HE LONGED IN HIS HEART TO HEAR AND HIS SOUL WAS BEGINNING TO RISE FROM THE ASHES.
A SMALL VOICE IN HIS HEART SPOKE WITHIN HIM ENCOURAGING HIM NOT TO DESPAIR, "I AM HERE, MY SON."
THIS VOICE WAS GENTLE, DIFFERENT, TENDER AND SWEET, AND SO, HE CLUNG TO THAT VOICE WITH HOPE.
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IF ONY WE HAD MORE TIME WITH HIM; IF ONLY WE HAD TOLD HIM HOW MUCH HE MEANT TO ALL OF US,
AND THE IFS WENT ON IN EACH OF OUR HEARTS. WE LOST THE LOVE OF LOUIS AND THE BRIGHT STAR THAT MAY NEVER SHINE
ON THIS SIDE OF HEAVEN, AND ALL HE WOULD HAVE BEEN. A LIGHT WAS SNUFFED OFF FROM OUR LIVES TOO SOON.
YOU SEE HE WAS ONLY TWENTY-ONE AND WAS JUST BEGINNING TO KNOW WHO HE WOULD HAVE BECOME IF HE KNEW OUR LOVE FOR HIM WAS REAL AND POSSIBLE. IF HE KNEW THE LOVE OF GOD FOR HIM.
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FAREWELL, MY SWEET BROTHER, LOUIS AND, MAY YOU ALWAYS BE AT PEACE. I THINK OF YOU THIS DAY BECAUSE THIS WAS THE DAY MARCH 31ST YOU CAME INTO MY LIFE.
I KNOW THE DESTROYER DID NOT WIN BECAUSE I PRAYED TO GOD TO TAKE YOUR SOUL AND TO LET YOU LIVE WITH HIM.
I PRAYED THAT YOUR PAIN WILL END AND THAT YOU WOULD RETURN HOME TO THE FATHER SAFELY TUCKED IN HIS ARMS.
HE HAD HOPES AND DREAMS AND DESIRES BUT THEY WERE LEFT UNFULFILLED.
INSTEAD HE HAD HEARTACHE, PAIN, CONFUSION AND A DEEP VOID IN HIS HEART.
HE HID HIS SHAME AND THE ANGUISH BEHIND A MASK BECAUSE HE FELT IN HIS HEART HE COULD NEVER MEAUSURE UP NO MATTER HOW HE TRIED.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
HE TRIED TO MAKE OTHERS HAPPY BUT HE CRIED THE TEARS OF A CLOWN.
HE HAD SUCH A TENDER HEART THAT HE HID BEHIND THE ROBE OF BRAVADO AND PRETENSE, AND WITH AN ATTITUDE OF NONCHALANCE,
ONLY THOSE WHO KNEW HIM WELL KNEW OF THE STING OF NOT BEING GOOD ENOUGH THAT HE WORE AS A CLOAK THAT CLUNG TO HIM.
HIS FRIENDS TRIED TO ENCOURAGE HIM BUT SADLY THEIR EFFORTS WERE IN VAIN THEY KNEW ALL TO WELL THE TROUBLE IN HIS HEART.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
THERE WERE NEON SIGNS WARNING EVERYWHERE THAT HE WAS NOT HIMSELF BUT THEY WERE IGNORED OR DISMISSED.
HE MUTTERED BELOW HIS BREATH, IF YOU TOOK TIME TO HEAR, THAT HE FELT UNLOVED AND ALONE AND REJECTED BY THOSE DEAR TO HIM.
THE SELF-LOATHING AND FRUSTRATION STOOD TALL IN HIS SOUL AND SHOUTED ITS CALL TO THOSE WHO WOULD LISTENED.
HE YIELDED TO THE OMINOUS CRY IN HIS SOUL BUT ALL HE HEARD WAS THE BLACK BIRD OF DEATH BECKONING HIM-COME, COME NOW!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
HE READ IN THE WORD OF GOD AND RECITED: "AS A DEER PANTS FOR THE WATER BROOKS,
SO, PANTS MY SOUL FOR GOD, MY SOUL THIRSTS FOR GOD, THE LIVING GOD. MY TEARS HAVE BEEN MY FOOD DAY AND NIGHT,
WHILE THEY CONTINUALLY SAY TO ME WHERE IS YOUR GOD?
WHY ARE YOU CAST DOWN, O MY SOUL AND WHY ARE YOU DISQUIETED WITHIN ME?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
HE SEARCHED FOR HOURS THROUGH THE WORD OF GOD SEARCHING FOR ANSWERS THAT NEVER CAME BECAUSE OF THE DROWNING VOICES THAT NEVER CEASED.
ALL HE HEARD WAS THE SOUND OF THE DESTROYER TELLING HIM NOW: "TAKE A DRINK OF THE POISON AND YOU WILL SLEEP
FOREVER IN PEACE, NO MORE WORRIES OR FEARS WILL PLAGUE YOU, MY SON.
IT IS THE TIME TO REST". THE VOICES IN HIS HEAD BECAME SO OVERWHELMING HE COULD NOT RESTRAINED HIMSELF.
HE WENT TO THE CUPBOARD AND TOOK DOWN THE POISON THAT WILL SILENCED THE ANGRY, LOUD VOICES OF DEATH: "DRINK IT NOW AND SLEEP", THEY SAID, "DRINK, DRINK IT UP NOW AND SLEEP."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
HIS MOTHER FOUND HIM IN THE THROES OF DEATH BUT THE DESTROYER WOULD NOT GIVE UP WITHOUT A FIGHT.
HE FOUGHT WITH ALL HIS MIGHT WHEN HE WAS HELD BOUND
WHEN THEY TRIED TO FORCE THE ANTIDOTE THAT WILL RELEASE HIM FROM THE GATES OF HELL,
THE DESTROYER DID NOT LET UP AND IT TOOK MANY TO HOLD HIM DOWN LIKE THE MAN OF GADARENES.
HE HOWLED AND FOUGHT BUT FINALLY WAS RESTRAINED.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
HE SURVIVED THIRTEEN DAYS AND HE SUCCUMBED TO DEATH BUT THE DESTROYER DID NOT WIN. NOT THIS ONE, NOT THIS TIME.
THE FAMILY GATHERED AROUND HIM AND PRAYED WITH HIM AND SHOWERED HIM TOO LATE WITH MUCH NEEDED LOVE AND AFFECTION.
BUT IS LOVE EVER TOO LATE? I ASKED. LOVE GAVE HIM THE WORDS HE LONGED IN HIS HEART TO HEAR AND HIS SOUL WAS BEGINNING TO RISE FROM THE ASHES.
A SMALL VOICE IN HIS HEART SPOKE WITHIN HIM ENCOURAGING HIM NOT TO DESPAIR, "I AM HERE, MY SON."
THIS VOICE WAS GENTLE, DIFFERENT, TENDER AND SWEET, AND SO, HE CLUNG TO THAT VOICE WITH HOPE.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
IF ONY WE HAD MORE TIME WITH HIM; IF ONLY WE HAD TOLD HIM HOW MUCH HE MEANT TO ALL OF US,
AND THE IFS WENT ON IN EACH OF OUR HEARTS. WE LOST THE LOVE OF LOUIS AND THE BRIGHT STAR THAT MAY NEVER SHINE
ON THIS SIDE OF HEAVEN, AND ALL HE WOULD HAVE BEEN. A LIGHT WAS SNUFFED OFF FROM OUR LIVES TOO SOON.
YOU SEE HE WAS ONLY TWENTY-ONE AND WAS JUST BEGINNING TO KNOW WHO HE WOULD HAVE BECOME IF HE KNEW OUR LOVE FOR HIM WAS REAL AND POSSIBLE. IF HE KNEW THE LOVE OF GOD FOR HIM.
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FAREWELL, MY SWEET BROTHER, LOUIS AND, MAY YOU ALWAYS BE AT PEACE. I THINK OF YOU THIS DAY BECAUSE THIS WAS THE DAY MARCH 31ST YOU CAME INTO MY LIFE.
I KNOW THE DESTROYER DID NOT WIN BECAUSE I PRAYED TO GOD TO TAKE YOUR SOUL AND TO LET YOU LIVE WITH HIM.
I PRAYED THAT YOUR PAIN WILL END AND THAT YOU WOULD RETURN HOME TO THE FATHER SAFELY TUCKED IN HIS ARMS.
MY DAUGHTER, HEARD THE SONGS OF ANGELS TAKING YOU HOME DEEP IN HER SPIIRIT, O! WHAT A SWEET SONG IT WAS.
YOU MAY BE GONE TOO SOON BUT YOU ARE ALIVE ALWAYS IN MY HEART.
FAREWELL MY SWEET, FAREWELL. UNTIL WE MEET ON THE OTHER SIDE OF HEAVEN ONE DAY. FAREWELL!
LOVE YOU ALWAYS,
YOUR SWEET SISTER
SHALOM
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