R. A. Feller
As our patterns get rubbed together in relationships, when things work out for our hurt, remember God turns all for our good when we love Him.
Whether going through separation, divorce, or the possible break up in a relationship, sometimes identifying the pain for healing in the midst of all the commotion can be difficult.
Poems & Scraps for Healing & Growth offers an open door to mend a hurting heart. This book is meant to come along side and bind up the emotional tears by helping you identify your wounds through the wounds of another.
Leaving you in a better space for making better decisions is my other objective. Looking from a vantage point which only God could have taught has provided for me a leading through many trying times and many insights as to understand what I did to get there.
Going back as far as 1983, R. A. Feller has received an American Collegiate''s Poetry Award, where he ranked among the Top 50 of all the poets in colleges and universities in the United States.
More recently, this author was given, in 2003, a most prestigious editor’s award from Poetry.com, which only a select few from around the world have received.
Having been through separation, divorce, and other failed relationships, coming out of a bad pattern, R. A. Feller now shares his soul, at points where he met with God to bare his heart. His leading is in a relationship with a God who’s alive and can see us through any trial; whom he honors with the gift of his writings by helping those in need with his vision from above. "When a mind becomes clouded during a break a break-up, sometimes we need help to trust to love again, or direction for clarity to grow back together again."
These poems and scrap insights were written while falling in and out of unhealthy love relationships; at a time when I was in patterns of thinking where I made mostly poor choices. Throughout many years my writing has been apart of my healing process. It has taken me through abusive and other kinds of patterns that I''ve encountered as apart of my growth.
Upon watching the reactions of other people in response to my poetry; I soon discovered it was very powerful. In fact, it was a gift from God; He''s enabled me to perceive things the way most cannot.
Christ has been teaching me how to look before I leap. He has sustained me with His precious grace and has proven the character of His true pattern to be a practical guide for me. I wrote these lessons down and now having learned to pass through the sufferings of life, a little wiser. It is with the sweet reality of God''s warm love, which hangs from His truth, that I''ve found an atmosphere to promote healing; as honey from the honeycomb it only awaits for a souls sweet embrace.
I have broken this book up into three sections. Part one was written eleven years ago and reflects my earlier walk with God; part two eleven years later, reveals a more mature and stronger Spirit, but in either stage growing through the pain is very prevalent. Part three was written as I learned to face the tide of an abusive pattern in unhealthy relationships I''ve encountered, as disclosed thus far. Throughout these sections there is much to identify and connect with; for the Lord has been my source of strength and He remains true to the Spirit found within His word.
I pray that these poems will minister to you. At any season you might find yourself in, as a most useful strengthening tool. Getting in touch with the Spirit of thought behind this writing has brought much joy and has been a great help to me. May their words bring you towards the light and add to the meaning of your life as well.
Award winners
A tear dripped A.
From the bottom of my eye,
Down the cheek
It seemed to travel endlessly
As I watched it fall
from the bottom
of my chin.
Another tear
got on line to leave
and I asked it, "Why?"
It had no answer.
It was only there.
It was only a tear.
Tears flowed B.
as I cried
At its best it was mean
at its worst it was death.
The anger burned inside
Out through my eyes.
Yet I was powerless
within myself there
was nothing I could do.
As I cried out the blood flowed, aloud I cried out,
everywhere was splotches of red
as the blood dripped it collected
a puddle royal red upon the floor
From out of the puddle a lion arose
sent forth into battle where I could not go.
Now I was calm as I put forth my trust,
I rested my head where I thought I would bust.
The victories mine for I gave Him my load
As He carries me through I know I will grow.
From My First Book
I''m not ready for life,
still in badly needed repair
forced to go on
no relief, falling apart moves
downed low energy operation,
rest so far away.
Where''s my help?
Oh how we''ve danced
by the light of the flame.
I looked at you, you looked at me
The love of a dance
