Simply sweet and the Master's touch

Every now and then, the nights become increasingly darker and I can't bear the light.  I see the grey pouring over my existence and I settle into the blues.  In a life of repeated loss, it just comes and sits on my bed like it lives here.  It does.  Silly women think a man will chase it away.  Little do they know that I have been in a room full of people, and they don't discern that his head is in my lap.  While they talk of trivial matters, I talk to the blues.  I'm humming his tune and he is relaxing me.  As many times as the faceless monster called death has knocked at my door, I have learned to relax with him around.  I might as well, he comes and goes often.  This comfort with losing has led me to a place where losing doesn't sting anymore.  In order to heal me, I had to feel loss again.  There are two young ladies in my life, who are more special to me than my closest relative.  I call them ladybugs.  One is simply sweet and the other has the master's touch. One you can't out preach, the other you can't outwork.  They are the closest that I have allowed someone to get in a while.  One day, I thought it appropriate to allow them to live without the nearness of me.  To my surprise, they cried.  I was rebuked and for the first time in a long time, I felt their loss.  I cry when they are mistreated.  I want to defend them.  I take up their causes and pledge to keep them as close to me as possible.  They have taught me how to feel.  Sometimes, it did not feel good, but I felt.  Losing everything, at one point, was just a way of life.  Now losing everything is like the sun going down on me.


Don't Let the Sun Go Down on Me
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