Read to the End

My life’s an open book
pages torn, stained
with tears and blood

Come read who I am
see where I’ve been
get lost in my painful life

But don’t put my book down until
you’ve reached the end where
you’ll find grace and redemption


It’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub. I love this prompt because I can always find time to write 44 words that say so much. Today the required word is “open.” Head over and check out the other 44-word tomes offered today. The pub opens at 12:00 Pacific Time.

I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.


42 Responses

  1. Redeeming
    giFt of liFe
    from birth
    to death
    open from
    my friend.. whetHeR
    during or otHeR..
    for LiFe..
    Grace of Gift
    my FriEnd.. noW no
    greaTer than liFE..:)

  2. Wonderful quadrille. And the ending is amazing. I love your tale ending with grace and redemption. Our readings at church were also about grace and redemption and the love of the Father for all of His children, even the bad, lazy, self-righteous ones.

  3. Beautiful, Linda. Made me think of this verse I love:

    “God made my life complete when I placed all the pieces before him. When I cleaned up my act, he gave me a fresh start. Indeed, I’ve kept alert to God’s ways; I haven’t taken God for granted. Every day I review the ways he works, I try not to miss a trick. I feel put back together, and I’m watching my step. God rewrote the text of my life when I opened the book of my heart to his eyes.”

    2 Samuel 22:21-25 (The Message)

    • I know there are some books I’ve quit mid-book, but I suppose I do them a disservice to not keep reading. When we apply that analogy to a person’s life, we have to keep reading to the end and not give up on them because the chapter they are on seems to be a disaster.

  4. Our reading at church this weekend were all about this, culminating in the parable of the prodigal son. I so love this story and find it so easy to identify with him and also with the brother…both so in need of the Father’s crazy love. Wow!

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