Lady Love

May. 10th, 2017 09:01 pm
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“There is a woman outside my window, and she won’t leave me alone. She keeps scratching. She keeps staring. With those dark sunken eyes and heavy bags, she keeps watching. Even when the sun is hiding behind clouds of gloom and doom, and the rain is pouring with thunder and lightning, she remains. Just Idling by… Unmoved... Never sleeping… Never resting…Never leaving.”
“Is that so?” I asked, as I adjusted myself in my seat excitedly. I was immediately intrigued. This was going to be an interesting session. Maybe even bizarre, but then again, every session with Lady Love was…something.
“Yes, “she answered solemnly, as she stood in front of the large window overlooking the rush of the Big Apple, dressed in all black as if attending a funeral. “One day, during a thunderstorm, I watched as this woman became soaked. I watched as her hair darkened and became matted and tangled. I watched as her foundation dissolve and turned into mush. I watched the rain drench her clothes till they clung to her soul.”
Lady Love paused and embraced herself, and gently rubbed her shoulders. She turned and looked at me with deep sorrow. “I watched rivers flow down her face,” she continued with a quivering voice.
I took in a sharp breath and held it for several seconds. Lady Love rarely looked me in the eyes. She hardly ever looked toward my direction period during a session. Beneath that dark fancy hat she wore today was the face of many dreams. So beautiful that it was almost celestial. The instant affect it had on me never died, nor faded. It remained, even after the session was over and she had gone back to wherever she had came.
“Exhale,” she said distantly, looking me over with weary eyes that resembled a starry night sky.
I exhaled then reddened with embarrassment. My breath had exited my mouth much louder than I preferred. It took several seconds for it to steady. If I would have held it any longer I would have most likely fainted.
I cleared my throat. “What do you think this woman wants? Have you considered going out to meet her?”
“No,” she answered sharply, turning back to the city. She placed one of her hands on the window. “One night, I did reach out to her though. I placed my hand on the window, just like this.”
“And?” I said, as I sketched her image at the bottom of my notebook.
“She placed her hand in the same place and closed her eyes,” Lady Love told me, closing her eyes as she did so. “And then I closed my eyes along with her.”
“And what did you see?” I asked eagerly.
“How do you know that I saw something?” she asked defensively, raising her voice. She jerked her hand back from the window and turned her head over her shoulder.
“I…don’t, exactly,” was all I could say. But, to be honest, I did. For some reason that I can’t explain, I just knew she had saw something.
“This session is over,” she said sharply, so sharp that it cut.
I cringed. “Why? What has-“
“I’m done for the day,” she cut me off angrily. Then turned and stormed out of my office.
She let the door slam behind her, and I could hear the sound of her black heeled boots stomping away down the long hallway. The long hallway of a rather large building that suddenly felt cold and empty with each fading step.
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He doesn’t know this, but I notice him. Every time he arrives.
He walks in, and quickly observes the room, with a slight awkward dart of his eyes.
His Bible is always in his hand
He finds his place
A God created Man.

He takes a seat, and places heaven into his ears
Just like me.
Whatever song that might be,whatever he wishes to hear.

I feel connected
He studies here, and I feel blessed to witness this spiritual art.
He always wears a black leather jacket
On the back there is a cross = the symbol of a heart
Christ = Love
Yes. Hallelujah! Christ Equals Love!

God Bless Him.
I feel admiration. I am inspired. I am awakened.
No fear. No shame, in his claim.
I want to know him. Is that strange?

He is epic to me. A God-send to the atmosphere.
But does he know this?
Is this something that he needs to hear?
Gods voice of thunder, passing through stranger to stranger.
I can only wonder,ponder,if I should even render.
This place is public, and such a revelation could bring forth tears.
But such tears could release toxins, a tsunami of his pains and fears.

I don't speak though, not even a little.
I don't dare speak at all.
But I pray he continues on, and stays strong
Even when everyone around him begins to fall.

My soul waves to his, in the world of the spiritual unknown
I see you, I want to whisper
Because we are family, and he doesn't even know
I see you, I wish to say
In the body of Christ where we are all one
I see you, and I love you
With the agape love of the Father and Son.
I see him. I see him.
Every time. I see him.
But most importantly,
Above ALL
GOD Sees Him. Every Single Time

Lady Love

Apr. 15th, 2017 11:14 pm
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"The world is full of danger. Every angle, you must watch. But how can one keep track of them all?
There are too many."

Lady Love, in her pale blue dress and black heels, lay back against the arm of the sofa across from my desk as she expressed these thoughts and concerns. Her legs were stretched out in front of her as her eyes got lost in the spinning ceiling fan above her.
This is how she always began. A thought provoking question or comment. And it was always my pleasure to listen and answer.

Lady Love pushed back a lock of deep, brown curly hair out of her face then let her arm slide back down the front of the sofa. Her fingers grazed the floor. Her other arm was tucked beneath her head. She sighed deeply.

"Like,men", she said, her voice resounding with deep emotional notes. It always sounded that way and carried with it a slight accent that i could not place.
"A man is like an angle with many angles. How could any woman ever feel completely safe with one?"
I asked her why did she feel this way, and to explain what she meant by angles, but for several minutes I received nothing but silence.
I didn't mind her silence though. It was during these quiet moments that I understood her the most. She became more visible to me. Her presence alone set a very specific tone that I could not define exactly. Lady Love was complex. A beautiful challenge.

She looked over at me with her extraordinarily beautiful face,a hint of sadness in her eyes. "Wouldn't you say that you all harvest a potential barbarian?"
My brows rose. "We do?"
She chuckled deeply with a smirk then turned away, drifting off into thought.

While she was off somewhere in her complicated mind I continued working on the sketch of her that I had started at the bottom page of my notebook. I always did this with her. I wanted a permanent image of her exact position and demeanor during each session.

"Do you think God loves women the same way he loves men?" She asked softly after several minutes.
"Well...yes. I would say so," I answered slowly, cocking my head.
I then cringed inside as I realized how uncertain I sounded, but the question kind of threw me off even though I should be accustomed to the unexpected by now. Accustomed to her.

"In the Bible the focus is always on men unless it concerns a woman bearing a son. That has always bothered me. It's like.." She trailed off for a brief moment. "I wrestle with this quite often. I struggle with men because of this. Well,there are many other reasons why I have issues with men, but... I even struggle with God." Her voice began to quiver as she continued. "Sometimes I feel worthless in his eyes and it makes me want to reject all that comes with being a woman, as well as reject men. I think I hate men in a way. Behind my smile and friendly conversation,I really do. Sometimes I feel like I don't want to give myself to one. Ever.It's like this, God favors men, then I will in return reject men." She said all of this with deep sorrow mixed with a hint of anger, keeping her gaze averted away from mine as a tear dripped down the side of her face. "I don't mind living alone. I can do it. It's better that way."

I was speechless after hearing all of this, and the room quickly filled with silence.Her words had an immediate affect on me.My heart cringed, and I could even feel the sting of tears.
I felt sadness and shame. Shame for simply being a man, and sadness because of her pain. How did such a beautiful angel come to feel this way? So unloved and worthless? Who hurt you? I wanted to ask her,but I didn't. It wasn't the right time.
If only she knew, my God, if only she knew.
Lady Love did not know this but in my eyes she was a pure treasure. Like heaven in the flesh.

To Be Continued...


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