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Musical Muse Monday (Post)

Lead me to the Cross

 (Artist: Francesca Battistelli)

The road was rocky and difficult to navigate. My eyes focused on the crowd around me – too many people.

I searched for him, but I couldn’t see him through the bodies shuffling next to me. I looked down and horror filled my chest – a red trail of hope followed him. I walked right through it as sorrow choked my resistance and I let his life seep from the ground into my bear feet.

I was there when they came in the garden. He was tucked away praying and we were supposed to be watching, but we fell asleep, so tired from the days before of fending off the crowds to give him room to breathe. He wanted us to let them through, but we knew better – he had the eyes of compassion, we were focused on the reality bearing down on us.

I heard him whisper that night, on his knees, face lifted to the sky, hands extended towards his father. He spoke of love and trust and belief in our God. His voice waivered only for a moment when he asked if this cup should pass him – let it be so. I snuck a glance at him in that moment for my heart overflowed with compassion. I understood then that I would take his place in his road to suffering if he would but let me, but he would not. He was the shepherd and I was only a sheep, but if I got lost, he would leave all that he loved to seek me out. Of that I was sure.

He knelt there and crimson drops rolled down his face. His back shook from emotion. I heard a faint whisper as he resounded quickly that if the cup could not be removed then let God have his will with him. He collapsed and his hands barely caught him. I moved to catch him without effort, but Peter grabbed me and pulled me back down, shaking his head at me. It was written that the Christ should suffer all these things and then rise into his glory. He was not mine to save. He was not created to be saved – but to save me.

I woke from my reverie as someone shoved me in the crowd. One of the rocks on the road cut into my foot. My emotions were too heavy to feel physical pain. I tried to focus ahead of me, to find him, but tears swam precariously at the edge of my ability to contain them.

I heard the guards screaming at him to move, pulling a poor man from the crowd to help carry that cross, but I shoved my way forward with all my might and made it to him. My heart disintegrated at the sight of him.

His body was torn, stripped, beaten… bloody. A dirty cloak was barely tied around his nakedness, leaving him exposed to everyone.

My God… how had this happened? I staggered, my knees threatening to give out.

He looked up at me and the message that always was spoken between us passed once again between our eyes. Let me take your place, Rabbi.

He looked at me and a small smile played on his flayed lips and he whispered through the wind without ever speaking, No. I die for you today – so that you might stand before my father at the end of your life and be worthy upon entrance into the heavens. I meet this end for it was written that I would take the sin of the world on me – and I do it in the name of love. I do it for you.

I suck in air greedily as I feel the presence of God surround me, suffocate me, hold me. I would’ve given all that I was in that moment to trade places with him, to remove fates design for him, but it would be selfish of me and he would never allow it. I would save him because I loved him with a passion that I’d never experienced before. He woke up emotions in me, in all of us, that we never knew existed or had been taught to bury deep within our essence.

His love for humanity and good was palatable. His desire for justice and truth noteworthy. His respect and awe of the one true God and his unwavering commitment to the father was breathtaking, knee weakening. He made me want to be a better man, called me to live a different life, one that was full of risk that fostered eternal rewards. He spoke of kindness and compassion, of forgiveness and love, things that were so rare in those days.

He was a Lion and a Lamb – he was tender and merciful to the prostitute that bowed before him seeking redemption, forgiveness as the crowd beat down on her, their eyes filled with condemnation, their hands weighed down by the rocks they held. He gave her compassion and taught the onlookers a lesson, for as they held onto their instruments of death under their cloaks of self-righteousness, he called them to throw a stone if they’d yet but sinned.

And I watched as their expressions changed from that of anger and hatred to self-evaluation – and understanding. For they were so quick to condemn her as they hid secrets in their own hearts that if known… would have them lying on the ground at Jesus’ feet and others waiting with baited breath to extinguish the life in them.

He was a fiery revolutionary and he spoke with unwavering conviction of the truth. He challenged the leaders and priest of that time and called the people to not give lip service to God Almighty, but love him, believe in him, have relationship with him – LIVE for him. It was uncomfortable at first to believe in the unseen, ahhhhh… but we didn’t have to for long, for our eyes were unveiled at the majesty of God the father sent to earth in human flesh.

That he would call me out to follow him is almost too much to think about. I would give my family, my freedom, my life, my soul to belong to him.

I came back to myself on that rocky road, turned away from my master and look to the guard who was waiting for the young man from the crowd to take the cross from Jesus – to help him carry it the remainder of the journey up the hill. The boy was terrified at the scene before him, but the guard was relentless – someone would have to carry it -Christ had no more human strength to complete the trip that would lead to my salvation.

Without hesitation, I reached out and grasped the bloody tree, “I’ll carry it; just lead me to the cross.”


Musical Muse Monday (Song Info)

Good Morning!

It’s been a while, but you know how it is… Life gets in the way of living and time flies while we’re seemingly catching up! I decided to have today’s Musical Muse Monday be one of my favorite Christian songs, “Lead me to the Cross” by  Francesca Battistelli. I sing this song every Easter in church and love it more and more every year.

Check out instructions on my Musical Muse Monday page if you need to!!

Drop me a comment, poem, short story, scene, sentence – whatever.


Musical Muse Monday (Song Info)

Good Morning!

Where are my creative friends to join me? I’m going to have to go out and actively scout, am I? 🙂 I hope you’re at home still tucked into your bed and I hate you if you are!!! Love/hate type-a thing.

Our song selection for today’s Musical Muse Monday is honestly my favorite song right now… OneRepublic’s Counting Stars.

Check out instructions on my Musical Muse Monday page if you need to!!

Drop me a comment, poem, short story, scene, sentence – whatever.


Musical Muse Monday (Post!)

Say Something Post

Only She Remains

(Song: A Great Big World, Say Something)

I waited for him – but he didn’t show.

Late again. Another excuse. He’s so creative with them too and in my desire for love, I pretend to believe him.

As fall changed to winter and winter to spring and summer and fall again I began to die.

Is she pretty?

Does she make him laugh?

Is she passionate and full of life?

Does he feel like the him that left me years ago when he’s in her arms?

Questions eat at the recess of my heart.

Doubt about my worth spreading through my veins and I cannot fathom a world where he does not find me precious.

Where it is not my beauty and comfort that he seeks.

And yet, my universe is painted by those colors now. Once blue and green and red, now grey and brown and black.

I look up and stare into the eyes of a stunning woman. Her beauty the kind that makes you gasp because of its depth.

She is real and her eyes show compassion and intellect and fiery desire. She is breathtaking.

Her hair is light brown and soft. I want to reach out and touch it, but I’m afraid of her reaction, for she no longer knows me.

Her skin is tan and laugh lines barely peek around this edge of her full lips and orange colored eyes.

Maybe in another life we would’ve been friends. Maybe we already were.

I whisper to her, “Say something, I’m giving up on you.”

She shrugs and stares at me. I remind her that I would have followed her anywhere.

A tear drips down her face and her pink lips open as she takes a shaky breath.

My own heart shutters at the pain I feel radiating off of her. Tragedy lives in the walls of her chest and it’s palatable.

Her voice is soft, soothing, warm-yet cold….

“I hate you,” she whispers.

I feel a tear slip down my cheek. To be hated by this incredible being is heartbreaking. What could I have done?

“If you were better, stronger, sexier, smarter….” her voice cracks and she sobs.

I sob too, my heart breaking as my soul screams at her pain.

I want to be better.

I want to be worthy of her love, but she runs from me. She….. she’s leaving me too.

I cannot imagine a world without him and her.

Nothing would remain of me.

“I’m so sorry I can’t be more,” I whisper back and her eyes jump up to meet mine, hatred spewing from the warmth that is gone.

She laughs, but it’s a horrible sound. The vibrations reach out and bury its claws in my chest, retribution causing my blood to spill.

“Don’t be sorry. Just do us both a favor and die in front of my eyes. Give me a chance to become the monster he and you have made me to be.” She mocks me and I feel like shriving up and wasting into nothingness.

I never meant to hurt her. I love her more than he ever could. She is my everything and at one time we stood against the world together, never to fall, never to cause harm, but then he showed up and stole her heart from me and she changed in her love for him and I was lost for a time.

“He’s not worth it. Just come back to me. This isn’t your fault.” I try to reason with her. Surely she understands that she is the victim here.

Another laugh and blood pours from my wounds.

“No, you’re right. It’s not my fault he’s with her. It’s yours.” She bows her head and I watch as my own tears drip onto my chest.

Numbness stretching out and rushing along the path of my senses.

My life changes from black, brown and grey to white as the remaining color is stripped away, and I cannot even fathom how to reach out for help.

He has stolen her heart, her soul, her desire, her life…. and she will forever hate me because of it. And I will forever hate him.

She reaches up to fix her hair and I wipe her tears away for her.

She flinched at the softness in my touch, a growl deep in her chest.

I coughed on my lifeblood, my death inevitable now – she’s letting me go.

“What will you do? Please just don’t do this. I love you so much. Let me heal where he has hurt you.” I try to spit out the words, but my death mutates the sound and she starts to leave, only turning one last time to address me.

“I loved him, and he sold my life for a moment of passion in someone else’s arms. And when he asks me why I have another man in my life and he is no longer what keeps me warm at night… I’ll tell him, ‘You let him in’.”

She smiles and leans close and I breathed my last breath.

She turns from the mirror in our bathroom – a new creature – and whatever good remained in her died with me, deep in the recess of her heart where I once lived.

I am her and she is me – but only she remains thanks to you.


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Musical Muse Monday (Song Info)

Good Morning!

Not sure who’s dumb idea it was to have 2 days of a 7 day week be the rest period and the 5 days be when we work. I’d kick him in the crotch this morning if I could find him. 🙂 I hope you’re at home still tucked into your bed.

Our song selection for today’s Musical Muse Monday is Say Something by A Great Big World featuring Christina A.

Check out instructions on my Musical Muse Monday page if you need to!!

Drop me a poem, short story, scene, sentence – whatever.


Musical Muse Monday (Song Info)

Good Morning!

It’s far too early to be up, but I’m brilliant and showed up for an 8:30 meeting that I thought was going to start at 6:30. While I’m busy trying not to pass out and short-circuit my computer by droolation, I hope you’re still aleep. *Jealous*

Our song selection for today’s Musical Muse Monday is Radioactive by Imagine Dragons.

Check out instructions on my Musical Muse Monday page if you need to!!

Drop me a poem, short story, scene, sentence – whatever.


Musical Muse Monday

Musical Muse Mondays


So I was thinking last night about the need I desperately have for a break from my current series. I love to write on these characters, but there are times when you need to separate yourself and just dive into another project altogether.

Because I’ve put myself on a tight deadline for book two in my Soul Keeper Series, I’ve decided to make my breaks “quickies”.

Music is one of my most treasured muses, as I’m sure it is to most of you to. So, in honor of needing a break, and for my love of music, I’m going to start posting a Musical Muse Monday post on this blog. Each Monday morning I’ll pick a song and drop the YouTube link on here. If you want to join me, just listen to the song and write something in retrospect of the words or the musical movement – whatever you like. (Poem, Scene, Short-story?)

I often find myself in the middle of a “scene” when I listen to a song. Anyone can join me if you like and if no one wants to, that’s cool as well. I’m going to write a new scene every Monday for a break as well to remember he more creative parts of why I write at all. Grammar be damned…

To make it more interesting, please feel free to e-mail me a song that you’d like to see on the Musical Muse Monday’s post and we’ll use the song you pick instead with all of us that want to participate going to listen to your song.


Note to my non-writer friend – join us anyway. Everyone has creative bones in their body, come let yours fly high and you might just be surprised at what shows up, says the CPA YA Author. 🙂

Share this with anyone else you think my be interested and where my scene will be a post with the song topic at top, feel free to use the comment box for yours, or post yours on your own page and just link me to it in your comment and I’ll reblog it for us.