THE SHOES LEFT UNTENDED

No words can erase the pain in my heart,
The ache that I feel deep inside.
The smirk on your face,
The betrayal of trust,
The truth of just knowing you lied.

The deeds from your drugs
That began at fourteen,
The stealing, the lying and all
I hoped were erased by the inpatient care
But mostly you heard the Lord call.

What caused the relapse
Or was I blinded again?
The ache in my heart is so great.
The cold in the stare, 
The ice in the air,
The smirk that replaces a smile.

When first you arrived
The Lord filled your soul,
The depth of your being brought tears.
We talked about life, we talked about love,
We talked about God,
And we talked about spiritual beauty.
You warned me, however,
That evil is present,
To be alert and always on guard.

What happened to you in your quest to fit in?
Were the shoes of the Lord that were given to you
To aid on your road in this life,
Left sitting alone, not polished, not ready
For the steps that you knew you must take?

The tears that now fall
No smile can erase,
No deeds can replace,
The trust that forever is shattered.

May the Lord take your hand,
May He be there again,
And help you to find your way back.
Before you’re destroyed,
Or you destroy others,
May the smirk someday change
To a smile that’s sincere.
May the shoes someday fit with the soul.

Pamela Pauley-Perreault
©1997

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