Godly Seamstress the Healing of a Soul By Abraham Texidor Jr.
Driven by dreams
Fueled by aspirations
Embodied by promises
A life full of love adventure, and a wound no one knew existed
Spiraling down this dark and shrouded path staring death in the face asking him to take his best shot secretly hoping he doesn’t miss.
Torn battered and beaten betrayed by the ones I love the most
Secrets and lies fill my ear and surround my life
Darkness has his hold and refuses to let go, squeezing tighter and tighter.
Light begins to fade but a voice begins to rise
Open, Open your eyes
Weak from the fight slipping into eternal rest
…please don’t stop fighting…. The voice whispers
A tear rolls down my face as I take up my sword one last time and slash through the darkness
To find her standing there stitching it all back together
Needle and thread in hand lovely brown hair and eyes that could stop time itself
Completely embracing all my rips tears and torn lines.
Driving each stitch with the love of God she saved me
Out of the darkness I climbed
To find my Godly Seamstress