A Dead Zone

A minor inconvenience. It’s okay. It won’t bite. It’s not catching (I don’t think). It’s a minor inconvenience that niggles behind the ear. Like a hovering gnat barely touching at times. Or a slight shadow movement caught from the corner of the eye. I can live with it. Maybe that’s all that’s required…for now.

~~

A mere two years and the words are unresponsive.

Vocabulary locked into small islands in sparse areas.

Synapse won’t fire across a dead zone of brain tissue.

For this reason and others, the words often stay irretrievable.

Random notes scattered across the computer screen,

but none seem to connect.

They are jigsaw pieces to disparate puzzles.

Methinks AL’s leaving Heimer clues for me to collect.

Grace, grace! Lord don’t forget me even if I forget You.

Fear. But no fear nigh. For You will always be nearby.

Gnarled Tree-meteor shower

 

~G.W.


“Can a mother forget the baby at her breast
    and have no compassion on the child she has borne?
Though she may forget,
    I will not forget you!
See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands;
    your (struggles) are ever before me.” Isaiah 49:15-16


14 thoughts on “A Dead Zone”

  1. This is hard G.W.
    This is also my family history.
    I’m glad God’s got this as we sure don’t.
    It’s snowing heavily here right now. I’m reminded, you are reminded.
    It’s only winter for a season, then the seed that dies brings new life.

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    1. Thanks, Gary. Doesn’t mean anything is going to happen soon. “Seed that dies brings new life” happens every generation. The Hope of Glory has been with me a long time. I have another longer post ready to go soon about that.
      You’re right. Everything is, and always has been, in the good Lord’s hands. Thanking His loving Name, for He is eternally faithful!

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      1. There are times I’ve heard “in love” used as a prefix for a following rebuke. Ha ha.
        I bookmarked the blog site you gave me and will follow up looking over the book. Thank you!

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  2. Thank you for sharing this, my friend. It reminded me of a song from my past, “I will not forget you or leave you. In my arms I’ll hold you, in my arms I’ll fold you. I will not forget you or leave you. I am your Redeemer, I will care for you.” I hear our Savior saying that to you and to me today. Rest assured!

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  3. This is one of this life’s inconveniences, to see the deterioration of the minds of those we love. God sees our weaknesses, he understands our frailties. Jesus has given us a great anchor to be held by, and in His time, he will recover us. No, he will never forget us! we have been and always be his desire. He is a husband to the widow, and a Father to the fatherless. We are His, and He is ours. God bless you

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  4. GW this is a beautiful poem that captures my soul ! I have two friends struggling in this way of “Al’s Himmer “ . This poem shows a beautiful surrender of the mind of the soul into its creator . And it shows in this , a trust that the Potter indeed has His hand on the clay . It is such a beautiful poem it rivets though all my synapses! Thankyou GW , I am praying for continued surrender into these hands that hold , heal and make holy all things. !

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    1. Thank you, Vanessa. I appreciate that you understand. The Lord has been faithful throughout my life in Him. I trust Him to see me all the way. Thank you for your prayers, and God bless you!

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