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Three short stories on Emotional Pain by David L. Griffith

Emotional Storms

I sit here surrounded in total darkness; broken only by the laborious flashes of lightening and crushing peals of thunder, the bitter tears rolling down my cheeks. The violence of the storm outside is no match for the violence within my soul.

To my heart the sounds of the thunder has no chance against the sounds of the emptiness around me, the slamming of the door, and the starting of your car. Those sounds rush thru my memories, obscuring all the puny sounds that nature can produce. The hail can not sting as much as your words in leaving; the winds can not blow away the deeply rooted pain.

Man is taught to fear nature and the storm, but this night is peaceful compared to the night you walked out of my life never to return! Never can night contain all the darkness in my soul. The storm will wear it’s self out, the lightening will go away, the rain will soak into the lower pasture; but when will this old cowboy find peace within my heart?

© 2002 ~ David L. Griffith
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Lost In the Fog

When you walked out of my life I became lost in the fog, more and more I find myself wandering the back roads in my mind. I have become like a wanderer without a compass. Will I ever reach home again?

Our life was built of hopes and dreams; but hopes have now turned to tears and dreams to lonely nightmares. How are we to find our way in this fog called life? We once enjoyed the beauty of the forest together, the majesty of the mountains, and the babbling noise of the stream; but now alone, it has all lost its charm.

As I settle down to my prayers at night in this empty, lonely, house that was once a home I can but wonder how can one leave while the other still loves? If God puts the house together how can man tear it apart? But the darkness offers no answer, so I continually wander; lost in the fog…

© 2002 ~ David L. Griffith
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Tranquility after the Storm

Anger never lasts; pain goes away, only love has the strength to endure. For the memories of all the good times, the photos of times past, like the smells after the rain, make the temporary pain of your loss easier to bear. How can anger long survive in the presence of the gentle strains of music and the wonders God has created for man to feast on with his eyes.

It is almost as if God used the rain to wash away the bad memories, the lightening to burn off all the anger; replacing it with His grace and beauty all around. Man’s anger becomes puny in the face of God’s mighty storm; and through God’s grace the peaceful garden, the new born calf, the smile of a child, all places our hearts gently back where they belong.

The storm has spent it’s self in the night; the winds have blown away; and peace reigns in my soul. I am still here in Texas, you still there in the big city; but God is back in control of all things; and memories may be all I am to have.

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