This trilogy traces my soul’s movement from suffocating lies, through a quiet interruption of love, into the tender nearness where breath and truth are restored.
Billowing Clouds Descent
A billowing cloud begins to come in— smoky, dark, and rather malevolent in its forming.
It drifts in without resistance. It thickens.
The air grows heavy— It’s harder to breathe. Harder to remember anything at all.
Unease settles. I’m Queasy.
It moves in close— just enough to feel convincing.
It breathes:
What if rest means disappearing?
I am listening.
The cloud leans in— patient, persistent— naming me with things that twist:
Unwanted. Less than. Unclean.
It doesn’t scream, but I feel it reverberating.
It settles on my chest, pressing heavily, until its mist begins to bind up my peace.
And somewhere beneath the weight of all that haze—
I breathe in its lies as truth.
He Called (Interruption)
This is what happened when the darkness almost convinced me to disappear.
Deeply hurt—filled with hopelessness, I thought all was lost. Dark echoes of raw hate crept into my mind. . . and desired to have, my end.
But then—a breath. Still. . .yet steady, broke through the darkness, gently:
“Why would you want to end it all? Don’t you know I love you?”
He called.
He called, But His love didn’t just call—It reached. Reached for me beneath the waves— Ready to pull me out of the ocean of hate.
His love aimed straight to the center of my being— not just the broken parts, but the buried things, the places I didn’t even know were hurting.
So I reached back. Hesitant. Hope shaky. And to my astonishment, I didn’t find judgment. I found… pierced hands.
Open. Alive. Waiting.
So I dared to trust him— And that trust... it unlocked something: A love that dispels the darkness like sunrise on the ocean. A love that rebuilds the broken with gentleness and truth.
And here, right here in this moment, if you’re listening, if you’re reaching— I hope His love finds you too. and changes you— like it changed me. Forever.
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Tender Clouds Resolution
A hush. A change. A shift in the skies.
A brighter cloud has fully arrived.
Its glow is warm. It’s light, sincere. A breath that reaches, turning our ears.
“I love you,” He whispers. “I love you… the most.”
No lies. No hate. He calls me His own.
He calls us beloved. And blots out our shame. He holds all our sorrows. And takes all our pain.
His mercy—like rivers. His grace—like the rain. He quietly cleanses what previously stained.
Where darkness once lingered— where lies pressed in close— His arms opened wide. His heart made a way.
From darkness… to dawn. From night… into day. No longer condemned. No longer alone.
So now— we can stand. Not broken. But blessed.
Redeemed by the One who gives us His rest.
His love is our anchor. Our refuge. Our boast.
I’ll echo His words— “I love you…the most.”
If this poem found you in a dark place—know this: God’s love is reaching for you. Reach back for Him, you will most certainly be changed.
