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A poem by Ruth from the Depression Forum

There are some days, the

have any color like a black and white photo.
The phone is silent,
and I'm alone with my dark thoughts.
My soul longs
for warmth, for light and for joy.
Will there be for me ever again?
"What is to blame for misdeeds
in what have I got?"
There is no one ascribes to the
me courage.
I have them all sent away.
Did I? I do not know.
I just wanted to no more empty words,
no questions, no raised eyebrows:
"Leave your past behind you but sometimes,
looking forward, it is again."
Will there ever again?
I am what I am
by my past.
but I wear this mark on my soul:
"You are not correct,
our problem child,
the black sheep."
Or
"So we have someone we do not want you in our circle!"

But even if the "good" refuse me: Jesus loves
black sheep!
My Lord has visited his problem child
and found again.
He says: "You fit into my family."
He loves those that love is not self- can
like me!
What and where would I be without him?

He waits at the bottom of the stairs, out the
down
dark in the hole.
He takes me in his strong arms and carries me
back up. He
,
doing over and over, tirelessly.
"His mercy never tires
would last forever, forever you."
I never want to live without him!
He is my life.

Don Ralfo thank the dear Ruth, the "smoking flax" for this wonderful poem!