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A Voice in the Throng
by Trena Reed

Her voice cries out from the deafening throng
Raising above raucous crowds in an empty room
whispering a desperate yearning to belong
to escape the echoes of her empty tomb
Hollow laughter echoes from her parched throat
She hums a melancholy tune devoid of notes

Cracked lips fill reams of paper with notes
Of hope, reaching out for a single connection in the throng.
Her cries of loneliness get stuck in a throat
clogged with laughter, leaving no room
For her fears. Her loneliness is a sealed tomb
Vibrating with her yearning to belong

In a desperate yearning to belong
She spills words onto perfumed slips of pink note-
book paper,  she pounds her bloody fits on the tomb
walls, hoping to get a reaction from an indifferent throng
The fullness of her pain leaves no room
For belief, so she hangs gaudy gold beads at her throat

 Slips into a daring dress with a deep plunging throat
That reveals her desperate yearning to belong
Her hips sway seductively as she enters the room
The gently whisper of her skirt causes men to take note
Carefully manicured feet joining the gyrating throng
Her hopeful heart franticly beats against loneliness’ tomb

The throbbing music cannot reach the tomb
of her soul. Hopelessness steals up her throat
threatening to release a deafening throng
of cries, exposing her desperate yearning to belong
Instead she hides her pain in the song’s throbbing notes
Gracefully dancing around the vacuous room

Dolls with painted faces draped in silk decorate the room
Each eager to escape their lonely empty tomb
Instead they greedily take meticulous notes
Of the gaudy jewelry around their rivals throats
Using their bodies to hide their desperate yearning to belong
These empty faces makes up the indifferent throng

If they stopped taking petty notes, look around the room
And embraced their rivals in the throng, they would find an exit from their tomb
Their throats would fill with laughter and they would finally find a place to belong


 Copyright © 2010 Trena Reed

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Pot Epiphanies: True connections happen not when we talk about ourselves, but when we truly desire to listen to the hearts of others.

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Questions to Ponder: What is keeping you from making deep, life-long connections?

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Quick Quote: Men often hate each other because they fear each other; they fear each other because they don't know each other; they don't know each other because they cannot communicate; they cannot communicate because they are separated. ~Martin Luther King, Jr.

Freedom to Fail (Freedom to Succeed)

Along the way I’ve found that one of the greatest joys of the journey is giving myself permission to fail, and to succeed.

 I recognize that my worth is not wrapped up in my successes or failures, how many people like me, how influential my friends are, what kind of shoes I wear, or the kind of car I drive. None of these define me; none change my worth. Nothing I do can change God’s view of me. Nothing can change my value in His eyes.

This is true freedom.

This is an awakening that frees me from the fear of failure, fear of rejection, fear of what others might think. This freedom allows me to step outside of my comfort zone and realize that even if I fail it will not affect who I am, or who I become. My failures no longer define me.

So join me, give yourself permission to fail and to succeed, and plunge into this joyful journey.

Naked and Vulnerable (Thoughts from the Pot): Success or failure cannot change my value or my ability to be loved—these are unchangeable. My actions cannot change who God is. My actions cannot change how He loves me. These realizations give me freedom to succeed.

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From the Word: There is no fear in love [dread does not exist], but full-grown (complete, perfect) love turns fear out of doors and expels every trace of terror! For fear brings with it the thought of punishment, and [so] he who is afraid has not reached the full maturity of love [is not yet grown into love's complete perfection]. ~1 John 4:18 (Amplified Bible)

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Pot Epiphanies: I've learned that the persistent whispers of self-doubt and fear can be silenced by God’s perfect promises.