The Calling of Her Savior

She was young when she started. The premature virgin turned to over sexed hoe…yet she was too young. She partied every night in search of completion and a savior. So when she got a man who endured around she thought he was her world. She couldn't see a flaw in his, thuggish ways, until he began to say, "If you love me".

It started off with, "if you love me, you’ll buy me those jays", "if you love me, you’ll stay the night", "if you love me, you’ll kill for me", "if you love me, you’ll go on your knees for me" if you love me you’ll get on your knees...for my boy; and then maybe his boy”, "if you love me, you’ll stand here on this corner for a night". And he? He was supposed to be her...savior. But now she walks the streets and when she comes home 100 dollars short he beats her. The man that used to heal now causes the pain, but she can no longer cry because her eyes have bled before and now she is used to having the scrapes and bruises. She is used to being used and abused and her comfort comes not from the repetition but the constant incisions on her skin. From that blade crossing her arm or the needle giving an instant...release. So when she saw a package from “Family” she knew it wouldn't be a razor or a bag of that fine white so she threw it in the trash. But that night as she struck a vain for the last time and sat in the puddle of her blood she saw the package. With the last strength of her leaking weak arms she opened it and found that book. She flipped to a page and the only thing she remembered was a name before she blacked out. 

When she woke up she couldn't see but could hear the constant beating of the monitor...and feel someone holding her hand. Fading back in and out to that beep and that hand, but when she found the strength to open her eyes she realized that hand wasn't her mans...but it was that book. Doctor came in and whispered, "Welcome back to life". She asked, "How did I get here, and with this book?" Doc said, "Cops got a tip from a man that you would be dead in the room. When the EMTs arrived they thought you were gone, until they tried to take the book out of your hand. It scared them half to death. And through 4 crash-cards you never let it go."

When she was released she still held the book because he never came to see her. Not a visit or card, he never came. And when she came close to what she thought to be home he....was with her. The man she called love was with another, and put her above her. And as she walked away she had no idea where to go, she no longer had a savior or place to call home. The only other place she ever remembered by heart was no longer hers. But she didn’t have a choice. So she went to the address from the package. And when she got in front of her grandmother house she cried. She sat at the door too afraid to ring the bell and cried. She cried her eyes dry. And a tears… fell on the book. She opened to that page still highlighted by blood and that name. Out of her tear drop glasses she could see that name. That ever so faithful name....Jesus.

She felt a soft touch on her back and looked up to see her grandma. Her grandmother said, "He will never leave you or forsake you, and I knew....he was the only one who could save you. He can heal pain because he too was beaten and maimed and you can put it all...on him. He is life and love...and he doesn't fade." she stood and embraced her grandma soo tight...still crying.

"I’ll help you find my savior child...welcome home"

-Moises Seraphin