The Sorrowful Outcast is Home at Last

I will scatter your ashes upon the winds of time,

A written reckoning of memories and characters of crime.

We were partners in our heartbreak and twins in our despair.

They used and discarded us, as contempt, cannot be prevailed upon, to care.

A confluence of puzzled people who never really knew you, 

self identified, instead, by the emotions they knew through you.

Unveiled in sentimental poetry or some romantic song,

They were vehement expressions of your longing to belong.

Bound in chains, your soul, and by memories exiled.

No sanctuary safe for you, that's by sorcery defiled.

Beware! My sister, in the midst of laughing faces, 

Are the harbingers of harlotry, forced on you in desperate places!

Your simple chattering from innocence, taken as ingenious.

Twisted countenance of avarice, conceals multiplied aims, duplicitous!

Notwithstanding what is said, best laid plans of theirs are savage.

Contrary to what you see, life's vitality they would ravage!

All your work, to just feel better, has only made you worse.

Opening up to the destroyer, has brought with it a curse.

Beyond the realm of possible, to repudiate your choices.

Now others will have to speak for you, their voices

Lovingly put away that past, as irrelevant and dead,

And speak of your new freedom and completed peace, instead.

I was the one who saw you in your vulnerability,

Tried to be there for you when I could, so you would see Christ, in me.

Those who tried to tell me that you were my enemy,

Well, I simply said, don't speak like that, about my family!

The full flower of your beauty has bloomed over us at last!

A heart of gold, that's reconciled, has no stains left over from the past!

Those who have abused you know judgement is at hand, 

While my beloved sister, remains serene, right where she stands! 

They believed her sins, would condemn her, in the end,

But over her HIS gentle hand, of love and mercy does extend!

They know NOT her God, who cares for her, with no equal to His power!

All they'll see are blood and fire, as He rains judgement in that hour!

Fear not! Dear sister, to be encircled by the arms of glory!

Crystal streams, green meadows, attend your end time story!

Now you know exactly what you might have missed before!

You've found your home, in the presence of, the One whom you adore!