Rah Times

I tried to close my eyes, to rest my weary head, You would not let me; there is work to be done. It is necessary to finish what I have begun. So sluggishly, I press on, for my strength is gone. Why can’t you understand? Is that so hard to comprehend? I know there is no point repeating it, again. Look at what you have done! You have set me on the run. You have closed the mind of the brilliant and caused the others Not to be able to see. I know it is not faith for he did not think That creatures such as me, existed, yet it was him, you gave vision. The others who has predicted the end of the world must have forgotten, That I had to be, before the world is plagued with calamity. Only because they would no longer be protected once I have taken leave. It will not be the end, just me leaving, returning to my home in heaven. They know that a phenomenon will be, but they do not know it is related to me. When I leave, I will take my believing children with me, not as men teach a

I am fully aware that I have a myriad of complains concerning not doing with my life, what I desired and have done, just not on a full time basis. To me, that is equivalent to not being given because that was my passion more than being a wife and mother. Something I desired more than wealth or a partner or even the home that we own. That is the reason I say, I have never won but only lost. It was promised me that eventually, I will be published on a national scale, but I will never get to be or become what I wanted to in life. It is the one thing I do not comprehend. Why place that desire in me just to deprive me? I wrestle with that both day and night. I prayed about every single thing I chose to do. I prayed for guidance and direction, and I honestly feel that I was lead towards a world of hurt. I understand that all this was apart of my purpose. In my heart, I wonder if we could have achieved the same thing without placing me with individuals that do not appreciate me as a person. M

The little girl’s lost in rose petals. Like snowflakes falling gracefully all around, Way above her head she tosses them. As she turns around and around, trying to catch Each one as some slither through her fingers Just before falling on the ground. Least does she knows that there was another child. Who unlike herself, does not know the beauty The aroma of a rose or a flower, she too plays alone. Her bare trodden feet daily walk down a dirty path, With a pail, that sits on her head as water drips down. On her face, a smile can be seen, as each flat stones That slips through her toes, she counts. Then there is another scene of a child whose mother Arms are wrapped around her, a little too tight. Awaken in the middle of the night by the sound Of bullets, a sign that the gun fight has gotten close. With only the will to live and survive, she flees And carries her child, who will then live to tell The tale of how many rounds missed them that time. It is astounding ho

Do not know what you were interested in. If it was the girl or in the angel? If the angel, then that was the problem. Was not aware that these things were revealed to you. Now what I once viewed as interest, I conclude was curiosity. Honestly, my life, my steps were all directed. Any that would have taken me from my mission Was purposely guided away from me. I know what it is like to be weary, discouraged, and to give up. I understand dissuasion, not being loved or chosen for me. What it means to lose someone that is dear and significant to me. For someone else to stand in my place, given credit for my work. To be wanted for what I am, and not for the person, I am. How would you feel if someone chose you for your possessions? Would you not walk away? Now I truly do not know what to do. I have none other than my father to send people, or turn me away. Many times, I do not know which relationships are authentic, or amiss. Even as, my father has hidden me, I now hide mys

I stand alone surrounded by a million reasons Not mine but those given to me as to why I did not get to attend the school of my choice. Dated the one guy I truly admired. Had no choice but to learn what they wanted me to. Then I was not given enough, but sufficient to meet its use. Certainly not what would have complimented, glamorize, Been a blessing or would have substantially benefited me. But rather for me to stay here drowning in agony. And for promises of a distant tomorrow to be enabling. Yet I have a substantial amount of memories of the many ways, He has failed me, was never there, kept refusing to lend a hand, Love, cheer, sustain or even to allow me, to be me. Truly wish I was not so human, then I would not have become discouraged. Perhaps now I am, because it sincerely matters, a distraction from my function. For the sake of this, your comprehension was mottled, so that I could fulfill, Carry on, remain stuck, committed to the horrible predicament entrusted

My sister and I are the same, yet different. From the tone, and appearance of our skin To our style of dress and enormous warm cheesy grins. Our vocation, interests and State we live in, seem worlds apart. Both speak politely and kind, but hardly to each other, Not because of differences but schedules and circumstances. She actively fights for crime victim’s rights. Is as busy and involved in her children's lives. She assists and encourages and spends time with mostly her family. Sometimes together or separately they lend a hand In giving aid to the socioeconomic disadvantage. Not for recognition, for that is not what is relevant. But more out of generousness of spirit, which giving should be about. As adults, we became separated by life and responsibilities. And as far apart as we are, we pass on the same values to our children. I’m glad that we have that in common too. Although, I sincerely wish that one day we can set aside time for each other. Until then, I a

I saw your beautiful daughters last night. Silky shiny locks that draped their heads Falling on their shoulders, shimmering As they bounce every so lightly as they Gracefully move, around and about you. At first, I was a bit confused. Thought They were the women, you chose in my instead. Turns out they were the product of you and me. How could that be, offspring at this time? Certainly not at my age! Yet physiologically The possibility does exist. Another prophecy You are certainly bound to miss, not because Of disbelief but more your unawareness That even at this age we are capable of reproducing. Visit ruthspoetry.rahtimes.com/ for more on the Author.

I have been waiting to see your face. Can remember so vividly quite a bit Of yesteryears but not your voice. It is not the same listening and hearing Words that you have not yet said. Wish I could tell you but instead I’ll wait. If I choose to disclose, I know you would want To change the appointed time, that I'm slated for you. And I want to do the same also, but for the sake, of many, Even yours, I’m disappointed, but I'll wait. I have done my best to disclose to you, my secret. But I honestly think that you do not understand. Do not want my actions to label me as being in the wrong. Until such time, I am still bound to my obligation. I know my father will not allow me or any other To destroy the seed, I have planted in the lives Of the ones, he placed, for a greater reason, Entrusted in my care, made me guardian of their souls. With that, as full of emotions as I may be, I have no other alternative, so reluctantly, I wait. Visit ruthspoetry.rahtimes.co

I gaze deep within, at the heart of my soul, I know my longings, the determined proud, Ambitious, vivacious girl, I have always been. I see relationships, my love, wants and joys, All reflected, like a two way mirror staring deep inside, The windows of all their experiences in their story telling eyes. It is theirs, but I hold unto it, as though, they are all mine. How can I then surrender disappoint any of them? This might be more like their great-grandmother’s peril. Having to do what ever their master’s bade them. Without any regard for their wives, or women from their younger years. The ones they choose to give all of their youth, to. I do not want to disappoint myself or repeat history for them. If I give in, I would have failed them, and how could I. I know what it is like to be let down, disappointed, Made to build a house, come secondary to children. Can I allow myself to fail them, most of all, me? I am so disillusioned by all I see, by the ones that spent t

Yesterday, as I sat in a doctor’s office waiting for my son’s name to be called, a woman entered with her child. He was blind and ambulate with a walker. I felt sorry for her. If she has already accepted her child’s handicap, she probably is not grieved. In my mind, all I wanted to do was touch her son, to restore his sight. To my knowledge, I am not a miracle worker and certainly not what I am here for. There were a few instances when relatives of mine were close to death’s door and miraculously were revived. I remembered a concrete post fell on a cousin when she was a small child. As she laid in a coma for several days, my mother told her brother to tell her, I had asked for her. They did so, and the girl immediately opened her eyes. When they told me what they did, I was pleased. When one of my brothers was about five years old, he was hospitalized for a long time. The doctors did not know what was wrong with him. Then one day, we were told he would not live through the night. A

Yes, I chose you but needed you to want me too. Wanted you to be more than a means to an end. For my laughter to be the trade mark, not the situation, I had fallen in. To have a genuine friend not to rescue me, But for things to be the way it should have been. So I kept quiet until I realized I had been forsaken. If I love someone, I certainly would not turn him into a meal ticket. My preference would be to have fun, be relax and carefree with him. For my smile to light up the sky at the sight of him. My steps could never be swift enough as I greeted him. The disappointment on my face, when I said, goodbye, And gloom and chill of his absence, my heart certainly felt. Would never know the thrill, I hang my head for his sake, Not mine, it hurts, as I turned and walked away. For in loving, one has to be willing to some times lose. Give up on certain things, for my desire was not to be Anything other than a joy, a giver not a taker to and from him. Right now, I am consid

The one thing I distinctly remember was how physically and emotionally exhausted I was when I first arrived in the United States. Unfortunately, for me the people, I was staying with did not understand and, as a result, treated me harshly. From an early aged, I envisioned that I would attend college. When I became college age, there was no four-year University in Belize. There was one of two institutions that one could attend to earn a post-secondary education. I attended one of those institutions and earned a two-year diploma in commercial education. I clearly remembered one of my writing exams entailed writing a commercial. I was taught about the investment market, how to type, office practice and book keeping. Except for the creative writing that I have done and typing, I have never used any of those skills in life; therefore, I did not retain any of that information. Truthfully the reason, I enrolled in that line of studies was to past time until, the opportunity to do what I actua

I need to be more mindful that my body has aged, and because of that there are limits as to what I can do physically. When it comes to tolerance and patience, it is also apparent that I am not as patient and or tolerant as when I was young. Whenever I am overwhelmed, I tend not to exercise, and that resulted in my body not being as strong and resistant as it once was. Lately, however, I have been working extremely hard on my health. One would assume that all the challenges, I  have had would have increased my patience threshold but quite honestly, it has not. The older I become the less foolishness, I tend to want to deal with. It consumes too much of my energy. For a while, it was like, every thing in the way of my interest, had ceased to exist. It took me quite a while to get to the point where I was able to go back to the gym. Last week was the first time in an awful long time. In doing so, I did not take into consideration that I had not done any kind of resistance exercises, and t

There is no need to truly sorrow for me! Whatever I write is based on my emotion in that specific moment. If you were to meet me in person, the woman you would meet and the emotional one that writes differs. This is the way I deal with my frustrations and disappointments. My disposition and my writing truly do not match up, pretty much the same with the Lord. I am still an acutely reserved person with a gigantic smile and child like manner. I usually laugh quite a bit. My laughter is often at the things at are happening in my life. I am currently rebelling because all of my efforts and work presently seem to have been for nothing. Even the ones that I now sit with, have comforted, listened to, taught, loved and choose, remain clueless as to what, I have done for them. As a person, I honestly believe that this is terribly hurtful. None of this was for my benefit but for all of them. How would you feel if after you had put in a week at the office, your pay check was given to someone el

As a young woman growing up, I remember a Youngman, who attended the same congregation as I did, saying that there was a woman that God would honor. I remembered earnestly praying and asking to be that woman. Today, I count that prayer as one of my many unanswered prayers. I now know that the Youngman was referring to the woman that was prophesied about in Revelation 12. From his perspective, the position bestowed upon her was one of honor. That prophecy was about specific events that are yet to come. I am assuming that it is the world's perception that the woman was fully man, and that is not the case. John did clearly state that the sign appeared in heaven. The reason is that heaven was the place of her origin. If she were human, like Mary, then I would agree that, her position was one of honor, bestowed on her by God. I also know that each man or human that he selected was highly favored and love by him. Each person has his own love language, and what one person may find lovel

I am disappointed and grieved with my marital relationship, and equally so by the lack of understanding of those that I did reveal myself to. Yet I have no genuine issues with any of these. I understand that, this was not intentional on their part, they just did not know any better. All my issues lay with the one that is the same kind of being as I am. The doctor who choose to train me to assist him, when he could have chosen anyone out of the many, and did choose and now replaced was pictorial of our relationship before I came into being and now as we are. It is not the same as that of lovers, friends or married partners. I was simply the person he chose to work with, at that time. Once I left that environment, I was cut off entirely. Choosing now only to relate to me as spiritual beings. I take insult to it because I know that except for maybe one person, no one can validate my claims and ironically I believe this to be the one he chose. In these writings, I can be viewed as some d

Have you ever given a person a million chances to prove they honestly loved you? Well, if you have to look for proof, chances are there is no proof, and they never loved you. No one would ever be that truthful, and honestly say, I truly did not love you. That would be the same as admitting they are lacking in themselves. They would probably say, I do not love you anymore, as if they once did but now they do not. Love is constant. It is not here today and gone tomorrow. If they did not love you yet claimed they did, they are not worthy of your love, although they can grow to love you in the future. No one, however, would want to be viewed as a deceiver and in so doing they deceive themselves. I know as a being how difficult the reality of that kind of deception is. I have searched the heart of God and men. God created men in his own image. Meaning, the way men, look as beings were patterned after God. The character of men is patterned off God’s and not the opposite way around. The reaso

I realized that I came into being trying to be this mature responsible person. When I was about nineteen, twenty years old, I was just starting to embrace the idea of relaxation and play. Emotionally, I was not ready for an adult relationship. I was actually a whiny bratty girl at that age. I tried terribly hard to conceal it from the one man; I had a serious crush on. After a while, it got too difficult. At the time, I started attending nursing school full time; I was a care-free happy girl. Then, I enjoyed being around other people that were at the same emotional level, I was. For a remarkably short time, I enjoyed going to school full time. It was not long before that was over, and I re-entered the work force. Nursing was an extremely challenging curriculum, therefore, brought a different kind of stress into my life. I had to dedicate myself to studying to complete it successfully. I then, suffered a tragic loss just about the time I graduated, and for a while became acutely solemn.

Every thing in relation to me that you have witnessed, Were purposefully done, so that, you could have a choice. To accept, or simply refuse. Not because of what I was, But because, it would have been honorable and right! These things were hidden from even me. That, I may truly know, the reality of the heart of men. Genuine data was beneficial for me to have, not Hippocrates as friends. People whose sole intentions to earn the favor of God was not wanted. Individuals who would not have chosen to value me as a person. Uplift, defend, smiled at, been there just to lend support. Cheer me on, make my day, would not have been a real friend in any way. There was not any need for me to be here, save for you. So you could see and know how must you meant to us. The true reason the queen bowed only to you. Did you ever ask yourself, Why does she always humbly bow her head? Wish I could tell you, what it is you should or should not have said or do. I like any that is of worth,

I am imprisoned because of his majesty Lacks love or compassion for me. He graciously handed it down to all No matter the season, reason, they listen, And heed my desperate call for release. Rest from this horrible call that is for The justification of men as they stand in judgment. That is if they ever get to heaven. I have examined him, Also a few that represents a sample of them. They are the best of them, to be found among men. Today, I can plainly see, their motives were purely For the advancement of them and not the God in which Some say they believe, but the reality is they do not! Ironically his desertion of me was precisely for me clearly to see. Their sincerity, who would stand up or turn away from God. Today, if I were to hand in my report, I would say, I might have found, but a single one but I am not sure! They have not a clue as to why the Psalmist said, Her husband sits among the leaders and elders of the City. Visit ruthspoetry.rahtimes.com/ for more

I am sorry to say, that I have been unable to find Naught but one that is worthy of honorable mentioning. I must say that since I came here, I have been deceived by many. I think of that one sometimes, but often, he escapes my mind. For even as a young mother with several children, He came and spent many hours having pleasant conversation. As a man, I have also blessed him, so it is a wonder with all he Now possess, that he still takes my calls, writes back to me. Small gestures that was always enough to satisfy and made me happy. Not necessarily a hug or a touch, just a small gesture that is noteworthy. An indication of how much my presence is appreciated. Not promises of things that are of no value to me. For a smile, his respect has honestly all I ever needed. This task I have taken on has shown me that there are darned few. That would choose to do, what he elected to. While the indifference of others, Have caused me to believe that error predominantly has overtaken m

I, at times, regret the things that I say, Because I feel, that he has deserted me Turned me into nothing more than a liar. All for the love and the Souls of men. For this reason I was betrayed by him. Handed over to evil. What virtue is there in any of them? According to Revelation, not one is worthy. I feel trapped and hurt by the refusal for them. Denied of God’s love, the reason I am now broken. He no longer holds me or prepare the way for me. Has done nothing but removed himself and made me a fallen angel. I have tried to communicate with him but now, I just do not know what to do, for every thing I have asked of him, and you, I was out rightly denied. In what way are you different from my husband? He, his wife, He has never defended, and you, that has seen, is the same. Even God. Although, I was once his prized possession. The reason he selected to send me. Now what! Like all of you, he resents me! Refuses to listen. I know the many times, I have asked him,

I would never want ever to be again, trapped by mortal men. Do these things actually have to be? Live under the spell of the enemy? You living a part, away from me, I will tell you again, Perhaps you did not hear, it is them that my soul fears. Love me again, as you did before. I got stolen, toss over to them. I know the end is near and that you are now free. I do resent all that has happened here, divided you and me. Do not like my purpose, reason, I am here. These disrespectful creatures live, as though I am not actually, here. Do not honestly care for the treasures they hold dear, just for your face, I long once again to see. Are you still angry with me? Just did not want to follow human rules, or to do as they expect me to. Want the truth to be known, tired of this folly as it keeps going on. Yet I know you will disregard my plea for you say, it is to benefit me. Does not care if men never know my name or my radiance ever see, I would trade it all if it meant reconci

Oh, Dear Husband of mine, I do understand! What I was set aside, kept from. Yet, my heart cries out! I have no doubt, That it was for the best, my Father! My soul cries out, my flesh, my mind, I figured out is without what, I have grown used to. The warm embrace, the smile of the beautiful's face. My wind swept hair, my lack of care, absolve by the love, Once poured out on me from above, can’t do without! I felt so cheated, yet if the joy of my flesh had chosen me. He would have indeed brought me grief, for his equivocal desires would have Destroyed the love and the blessing that was meant as my reward. Neither would I have gotten to know or see the face of our lovely son or daughters. Visit ruthspoetry.rahtimes.com/ for more on the Author.

As much as I felt that my husband actions were his rejection of me. It disturbed me that he was so blinded to the one that sat every day with him, ate with him. He felt that it was beneficial for him to go out and serve others as his contribution to God. He failed to understand as I verbally said to him, your obligation; number one service should be to your family. A married man’s ministry should be firstly to his family. I know first hand the kind of devastation that such neglect lends to. As the head of the home, a man will have to answer to God for how he treated his wife and family. In many ways, my husband is a terrific person but the way he related to me, caused me to be disappointed and sad. He served his church as a deacon and was in charge of the music ministry at church. He served as a board member of our school district educational activity fund. People on that board are generally business men from out community, and they host events to raise money for schools in our distr

One can invest in the kingdom of heaven. Just not with works and religiousness, these are fruitless. It matters not if you helped everyone, yet miss the representative, That was sent to deliver everyone. All the works that you have done, Would have been for nothing. As you rejected, denied the only one Sent to rescue, understand the peril, struggle of men. Jesus once said, what is done for the least of these, Is as if, it was done unto me, but first, in him, you have to believe. For your investment to matter in the kingdom of heaven. If others could do the work for God, there would not have been Any need, to have left heaven's splendor in order to be rejected. Live a life that's so foreign, difficult when compared to the wonders of heaven. The goal is not to provide or change their life while on earth. More so to bear their grief understand and identify with their sorrow. For the kingdom of heaven will then be like unto them, hope for a brighter, Better tomorrow

I do not appreciate being lied to. For me, truth is sincerity, integrity and honesty. When words and actions do not correlate, to me that is untruth. I would not condemn a person for being insincere I, however, Would not quite honestly invest in an in depth friendship, with such. In that case, I would be gracious but stay aloof, and keep them at arm’s length. Does not mean that I do not love them, but could not have an intimate relationship, For that would leave me in a constant state of frustration, like I often, now am. I can sense the feelings of others; I discern their thoughts, and motives. Not all people are open to me; generally it is only those seeking a relationship. If I, as I usually often do become inundated with other things, then I’d miss Some real, obvious clues. This has caused me to make mistakes as humans do. Which should have lent to my being able to identify with them as people, Although people always seem to have ulterior motives, Which are another fo

No one can do or say anything Not even the King, save but the Father. He is in charge of everything. As complex and frustrated as is the day. There are smoke and ashes every where. Indication that the King’s coming is near. I more than anyone should know the reason, These things occur at the right time and season. Does not mean that, knowledge put my mind at ease. For I now have physical needs, I respond the same as them. Struggle with losses, not being able to share, take comfort, In anyone who actually knows that I am here, I speak the truth. Need to sit down for a while and do some reflecting, In order that, I may say and do the appropriate thing.   Visit ruthspoetry.rahtimes.com/ for more on the Author.

I am just scared! I think I would be secure, But only if I were with him. I came here to understand. Yet it resulted in my confusion. The only one I have ever been with. Has left me feeling deserted. Not that I do not know that he has, His part to do in all of this, I am aware. I battle daily with having lost him. The disappointment of losing you also. The reality is that I am different from you. I can identify with him, for we are one. If I cry, that will not bring him to my side. I know for I have cried and cried! Like you, he too has simply refused. Do not want to turn my back, but I feel I must. For it is true the both of you have hurt me significantly.   Visit ruthspoetry.rahtimes.com/ for more on the Author.

Truth is I love him, want to be with him. Struggling, because of him, man of my desire. Lord of my life, friend, non-relative, rejected, loved, Shown, treated horribly, yet it is him, who I promised To run to, find love and comfort in, will have to prove That he loves me, or I will not stay, for the conflict; The draw is to be with the lover of my soul, he who, Once loved me from days of old is confusing me. Caught between obligation, longings, obedience, To do as I am instructed. I want to rewrite the past, Change the future, for as much as I ache for him, I am, Devasted because of him. How can I trust him? Here our relationship is unknown, but for another, he is known. At home in that place where the street is paved with gold, Zion has a king and I am the other that sat next to him. How can I desert him for a creature that failed to love me for me? Now that I know life's filled with twists, how can I actually trust, That it is the ordinary girl and not the one he

I inadvertently attached myself to a man because I had become weary. That was primarily my fault. I never truly honestly wanted the help of any man. I still feel that the only person who should help me is the one who is exactly like me. In the same manner, my husband and my opinion differ so does his and mine. I caused myself to be abandoned by choosing to take unto consideration, the fact that I am different from those around me. I am the one who set my self apart. Even God in all his splendor and glory has helpers. A significant problem is that I do not appreciate intent but more the effect that behavior’s produce. I think to harp on someone’s actions is also destructive, so I often ignore behaviors. That is the reason; I generally prefer to move on. The truth is I tried to solicit the help of one, but because he does not agree that he should be the person to help, he has refused me help. I once said that because he had chosen to concentrate on those around him that this has caused

I perceive anything that opposes God as being evil. I know my mind set has also created some of the issues I have in my marriage. The misunderstanding of God and what it is that he expects of us is also an issue. Often times my husband has said to me, “I know you see my intent as being evil, but I do not do things intentionally to hurt you.” Honestly, what matters most to me is the result and those behavior resulted in a significant amount of intense pain for me. There are things that most people do when looking for a relationship. If they want to keep the relationship, then they work towards that. Whatever is most essential that is what we seek out. If it is acceptance of other people, then we work at doing things to gain their approval. I feel that my husband has been extremely comfortable for an awful long time with our relationship, to the extent where I am taken for granted. He makes small effort at times when I complain and after a short time, he goes back to being himself

It is a fantastic feeling to have one bright day after having ten horrible ones. It was not so much what was happening in my days that made them horrible, but the internal struggles, I had. I just could not reconcile with having not healed my daughter’s mind. I was disappointed. The worse part was that, I saw my husband as the obstacle but a highly necessary figure in her life. The reason I saw him as an obstacle was because he accepted, whatever she says as truth, and many times, she was not telling the truth. It felt to me at times, that he was accepting her words over mine. The reason I felt that way was because, he would question every thing I told him about all our children, even this child. Even after knowing she had a pattern of making poor choices. I interrupted his questioning me, to mean that he did not believe what I was telling him. I felt that both the child and I saw this as his being supportive of her. I felt his responses were enabling her behavior, and not discouraging

He knows who I am as I know him. That is the reason. Have you not seen What I have written? Try fighting With one way more powerful. Jacob did and ended up with a limp. Thank you for reading? I know that seeing is believing, Even then these things are confusing. For the only one who has seen, has also removed himself, Too afraid to say, so he chose to stay away. And I am alone as I have always been. Visit ruthspoetry.rahtimes.com/ for more on the Author.

I have not done anything to you! Yet over and over, even though, I have asked you not to, you chose To hurt me, give me grief. Yet with you, the father is, pleased. He chose you over me! Is that not enough, so let me be. You certainly are not bringing contentment to me. Is this what I deserve, to be trampled on? To be extremely hurt. You chose to walk away. So why is it that you constantly only appear To ruin my day, cause me sorrow in every way. Why do you keep reminding me, That you gave to another, other than me. Told you, it was Ok! Your love, your choice! You did not have to choose me. Just stop bother me; leave me to let me be me. Stop causing me grief and covering it up. I cannot prove what you are doing or that you are here. And the only one who knew me simply does not care. Neither do any other mortals or would they believe me. If You like it! Visit ruthspoetry.rahtimes.com/ for more on the Author.

I could never delight in him, who I sorrow in. Promises of a tomorrow away from all That I have ever known or loved, comforted in. Took my love, my smile replaced it with seclusion. Do not ever want for it to be said that my joy is in his solution. The desire of youth, aspiration to attain, stolen, Lied to, given nothing but continued shame. Then declared it, love and honor, by his standards. So that, I may know it was never for me. For the keeper of the sheep, for his sake he deserted me. What is to me, that you no longer love who you did once. Does not give peace or changed anything, life is the same for me. The reason, I worked as a child, I want for you to know was because I wanted to provide things for myself. Having to relying on others Is what has caused me anger and has frustrated more than you know. Then again it is clear that you do not care ever to appease me. Or in what would give joy, because all you ever did was frustrate me. Visit ruthspoetry.rahtimes

Oh how I have come to abhor and despise you! For your lies and the atrocities, you have committed A thousand skies would not be enough to write on. You have thought me not to trust or put my hope In the one I came to know was the lover of my soul. First you took my angelic beauty from me, Then entrusted me to guardians that failed to provide. Or to be loving parents to me, only to want from me. If that were not enough the complexion you gave me, your way to disguise me so that others may fail to recognize, who truly gave birth to me. I came to fulfill a promise, Not that you intended to give or bestow any on me. Why should I believe, you have ever loved me? Your actions show how cruel you can be. Why did you enslave me, call someone else wife? Never provided, equipped, enabled, comforted, Displayed love or granted any of my requests? Not that I have not asked a million times, Or that I have not loved you, but that you have simply refused. I am not asking, merely p

Is this a fact, unbelievably true? Heaven’s Throne has its problems too. Immanuel abandoned his wife, Her heart aches. refuses to defend her. In exchange for earthly’s pleasures, she was forsaken. Confused, lost and have not. Immanuel with held all good things, naught she's got. Gave her children, more than she could handle. Not that, she asked him to, denied all she desired. Left her without resources, love, another to rely on. Something few mortal men would have chosen to do. Denied their wife, lied and covered up the truth. Oh Immanuel, how can she show love and devotion to you? After all you have only inflicted, given to the masses, As you with held, cursed and forsaken your beloved, The one exposed to the King. She cries, not any more. No longer forsaken, for say, goodbye has come! To renew herself, find strength in her new and true love.

The bible says that, no one seeks after God. God loves you beloved and longs after you. Think about it! What can people honestly do for God? One day, life as you know it will end. What ever you accomplished here will stay here, but whatever you do for God here is an investment toward an eternal reward. You can be rich while living on earth, but when you die, live eternally as a pauper. Which would mean that, for the greater part of your existence, you would be equivalent to a beggar on the street. So tell me, which do you think is wiser? When it is all said and done, would you want to regret that you could have had a close relationship with God, but chose to give it up for the pleasure of the temporary? The reality is that God sought you out, received you each and every day and your actions did not actually matter. Only that you willingly embraced truth. The soul of every man is extremely valuable and only in the final conclusion would it matter. If, with each extension of love, you

God knows the names of all men Although he does not always respond. Every time they call upon him. The reason, he came to earth Was so that through understanding, Of their struggles and sufferings He could give grace, forgiveness Through his identifying with them. Is always ready to forgive, Not necessarily to criticize. Just wants all to choose to invite, Freely to look and turn to him. Would not ever send any one away. But with open arms say, welcome in. Forgiven Visit ruthspoetry.rahtimes.com/ for more on the Author.

J Is for Jesus, the Messiah who first came. A is for all those, he has redeemed. N is for the nativity scene, the trough, he laid in. I: is for Individuals who chose to believe. Next will be the ruler that was born to lead. Everyone has given up, forgotten all about him. That was who they were first expecting. Not realizing this was a two part thing. For the messiah was not expected to die for sin. They thought he would just rule, a misunderstanding. From that day to this God has chosen to use. Both the unbelieving and confused to prepare, Those who he meant to use as his tools. God's speaking Visit ruthspoetry.rahtimes.com/ for more on the Author.

It is difficult being me because I could be viewed as being crazy! Why only to one person did I reveal, myself? So now I feel that I have zero support. Probably was a mistake. I am not the decider of these things, yet I do need for others, to know. It is difficult to navigate this world alone. You do have the option to chose, or simply to walk away. I sincerely wish that I too, can my purpose leave, that I was not me. The problem is while you can, I cannot walk away from me. If I did, what would I, be? Doubly at risk without support from my Father, And the other unseen that surrounds me. I made up my mind to stop doing this, and simply just be quiet. For I am now putting myself, at more risk that I was ever in. For these things are hidden for the most excellent of reason. Seem as if I am without hope, but I am not, it is a fact. That it was all meant to unfold, in this way even for you, For a time to turn away. Then at the right time intervene. Believe me, it is not fo

For the most part, I just want to disappear. It would be a lie if I said, that the people, From whom I came did not loved and supported me. That would be the furthest thing from the truth. When the most love I was ever shown, Was from when I worked and lived among them. Did not listen as they begged and pleaded For me not to marry none other than a Hebrew. Thought all that was necessary was that he believed. In the Messiah as the savior of the world. At that time, I did not know my heritage. Not until my Father revealed all things to me, Did I not know the origin, of members of my family. At my wedding many cried but I did not understand. They kept insisting, you are one of us, no I said. You are making me nervous. How would they know? I had once before said my mother's maiden name. With that they figured it out, as they insist, you are a Hebrew. Things were hidden, and I did not see, a part Of what God expected, his plans for me. As it all unfolds and you wi

I was once a little girl, whose hair had ringlets and curls. People who saw me as my mother held me, Whistled and even asked, please give her to me. She didn’t, for she adored and loved me. Expected quite a bit of me, every one did. As I grew, I tried to satisfy her and met her desire. Yet she does not have a clue a hint of the truth. Yes, my skin was dark compared to hers. That was never an issue for as she knew, I was hers. When a person is formed a new soul is born. The spirit that lives with me is different. According to God's plan and you will see, Regardless of the woman who delivered me. People see a girl they think is a complete gentile. For their benefit, we gave that woman’s child an old soul. For a Hebrew, I had to be but for the gentiles’ benefit. To experience rejection, I was made to look like me. The life I have lived  is apart of my destiny, but believe me! A Hebrew relative was chosen to be the redeemer of me. I have no doubt that these things w

Not even to the woman who gave birth to me. The brother who genuinely loved and protected me. My only sister, who asked why I did not do more, To help, defend or chose even to sit with her? I sorrow for them all. For I was only being obedient to my call, My purpose did not include them, but ironically does you. That will be the reason, as your life ends that I will be there. Comforting, strengthening and giving joy as you look back upon life. Why I chose to wait on you, reveal myself to no other. Chose to bless you, but asked or required nothing from you. In the final conclusion, it needs be known that, I will return to my Father’s throne. Until then take comfort in knowing, That while on earth I too was all human. Visit ruthspoetry.rahtimes.com/ for more on the Author.

In the end of the deceiver’s game, It’s only him that would be deceived. As he feels cheated, robed himself! For the precise one, who blessed And brought him into being has become Nothing more, than a burden to him. For as harmless docile creatures as They can some times be, the most Dangerous immortal are celestial beings. They cannot fly away, for they lack wings. Nor do they push their way in. Only accepting invitations as they are given. So do not open your heart to him Or ever let, the deceiver enter in. For all he desires to do is close heaven's door on you. Visit ruthspoetry.rahtimes.com/ for more on the Author.