Poem

February 28, 2009

Poem

i didn't write this poem, i nabbed it from another blog, but it's so deep and so true that i wanted to share it here. Maybe one day i will be able to write this well......

Marks of a slave ~ by slave deekitten

What marks a slave truly?
Is it the collar of leather and steel around her neck?
Is it the binds of rope upon her hands?
Or the stripes along her back?
Think girl, He asks, what marks a slave?

Slowly reaching up to touch the leather on her neck, she realizes it is none of these things
What marks a slave Master, is her heart
What marks a slave is the steel around her heart that comes from knowing she is bound to You Master in any storm
What marks a slave is the stains on her face from the tears she has shed with fear she is not good enough to serve her Master, yet she can think of nothing else on earth she wants to do
What marks a slave is the bumps and bruises she gets from falling down when she struggles with a new part of her service
All these things truly mark a slave Master but above all those things there is one more mark of a slave

He looks at her silently waiting for her to finish feeling much pride in what this girl has learned
With tears streaming down her face she continues
What truly marks a slave Master is the print of her Master's hand upon her as He picks her up and calms the storm and makes her safe
That is what marks a slave.