TRAPPED WITHIN THIS FRAME
By Suzanne Treichler I spend my days sitting in my chair trapped within this frame.I have deep thoughts and feelings, but they don’t come out.I can’t seem to find the words to express them – so I hold them in and they fleet away. I know the activity that goes on around me – yet I’m not a part of it.I just sit here trapped within this frame.My loved ones try to help me be a part of the activities, yet they become frustrated and don’t know what to do to best help me – and I don’t know what to tell them. Many times I sit among them and listen to them tell each other what I’m like. It wasn’t always like this – my frame that is…..it was a wonderful frame that housed me and served me. I remember the many years of hard work at several different vocations and the many places that this ole body took me – the joy of being someone so well loved and respected wherever I went. Sometimes I think about and long for those days again. I wonder sometimes why this ole frame had to fail me in these recent years – why I have to suffer in this way. Then I remember some words that are hidden in my heart. Words that are from my Heavenly Father….they come back to me and reassure me. “Let not your heart be troubled, ye believe in God, believe also in me. In my Father’s house are many mansions, if it were not so I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you unto myself that where I am, there you may be also.” And then I have comfort – oh, I still wish this ole frame worked a little better than it does – but I’m not trapped within this frame – I’m just resting in it until I enter my mansion – put on my new frame and truly live in freedom. Rest peacefully Dad Treichler, I love you Suzanne About the Author: Suzanne Treichler is a deeply spiritual person with many Godly talents. She is very much inspired by being with God. This poem was an inspiration from God.