Those Three Words

We are told that the words we speak will be used against us in judgment… We shall have to look over our written and spoken records.

Silence.

It would have been preferred.

But when words failed me, I acted in violence. I acted on impulse. I reacted.

This psychological conundrum catalyzed a revolutionary struggle within me. The innate desire for protection and warmth is one thing. The innermost desire to attack is another.

But why attack? In the face of apparent danger, one might think.

Or in the face of potential, … no, possible, but certainly true intimacy!

How could this have happened? When vulnerability in the past was stabbed and stoned!

Trust became a mishap,

And she tore his heart with her teeth.

They wept.

Oh, how time was inconsolable! He was ever without reach, always ahead, as he should be. And, the prayers! And oh, the shame and guilt! Oh, the bitterness and anger!

They could have torn a hole in the dimensions of space.

Alas a snap—

Love,

for their hearts were broken together. She said those words and more. She ran them like a marathon, overly rehearsed in her head.

‘Tis true, ‘tis true, it is true. I am indeed fallen deeply, oh so deeply, let the whole world know!

I am free.

I shan’t say them again. Not loosely. Not for dogs and cats. Not for pictures and furnitures. But for lightnings and thunders. For Christ. And for His Law.