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Thursday, August 21, 2025

The fools journey, inspired by pilgrims progress by john bunyan, by telle wild rose

 


*image by bluewater sweden on unsplash 


*video by alenta azwild on pexels

From the first breath of life i had a taste for wonder and adventure,
I was tasked by my maker to discover the meaning of life for myself,
and so began my journey alone along the road of life.

My first encounter after a long walk,
was of a man and woman,a father, a mother,
a king and queen in their own rights.
smiles a bit silly, and their funny little crowns were crooked.

they were welcoming all the same,
and I stayed and learned much after the how do you do's.
from father, I learned my own creative prowess of the here and now, and structure
and from mother, well, besides nurturing, I learned of unlocked potential that I must discover

My first brush of impulses,
pleasures in various forms I do chase,
good food, laughter in my belly,
and the thrill of a good time is all that's on my mind,
but somewhere amid the time of play, my mind began to desire more knowledge, not just fun.

And so began my second task, of my journey.
so on the marrow, I bid them ado and began my travels anew.
i come to a school of long held thoughts and beliefs,
from my innocent upbringing I am now thrust into this bold new world.
i read somewhere, that faith of a mustard seed could move mountains,
what more can I accomplish by increasing the knowledge given to me?,
first from my creator, then mother, then father.


i stay for a while, and then awhile longer after that.
my mind has expanded beyond what I thought possible,
growing in the knowledge and faith and all grace passed down to me,
I sit and ponder, all the knowledge of the world, and with whom should I share it with?

thus the start of my thrid destination,
love, in all its forms, is a thing of beauty.
friendship perhaps, but I yearn something deeper,
romance? no its greater than even this, something transcendent.
so far I have walked this journey alone, but what of connection?
so I stop into a holy temple, one of worship, and deep sense of unity.
this, its so close now, relationship, community and belonging.
i spend a fortnight here, among the praise and worship
and I feel I am almost home, just around the bend.

once, when I was a child,
I gave in to every whim, every thought and every desire,
but now that I've become a man, I've put away childish things,
and look forward now to the road ahead.
said some wise man once long ago. i think he had the right of it, in my opinion anyway.
I've come a long way from first breath, to meeting mother,father, and having fun.
I've made friends along the way and grown in not only stature but knowledge too.
from here I know what I shall do, I must test my strength, to see how I have grown.

and then my first, but certainly not my last challenge, finds its way to me.
mother and father have fallen ill!
oh! how I wish it were me instead!
their pain and suffering, cut me to the heart!
and soon I'm hearing of their passing.
the sorrow takes ahold.

i now ask myself why?
I've gone from friend to friend, searching for answers but none can satisfy.
then a voice...coming deep from within, beyond blood and bone and flesh,
its soul deep, Spirit to spirit.
"“What sorrow awaits those who argue with their Creator. Does a clay pot argue with its maker? Does the clay dispute with the one who shapes it, saying, ‘Stop, you’re doing it wrong!’ Does the pot exclaim, ‘How clumsy can you be?’"
white hot knuckled gripping conviction takes over me in an instant.
i cry out in this manner, words long buried in my memory spill forth
and I said:

“Naked I came from my mother’s womb,
and naked I will depart.
The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away;
may the name of the Lord be praised.”
In all this, Job did not sin by charging God with wrongdoing."

and more words spilled from my lips still:
"I have heard of thee by the hearing of the ear: but now mine eye seeth thee.
Wherefore I abhor myself, and repent in dust and ashes."

I fall to my knees in worship once done speaking, for I have seen and now know things too great for me!
woe is me, I am undone!
my old man has died to self, I must leave him behind, to grasp at the thing ahead!
for He from above says this to those in sorrow:

" The hand of the Lord was upon me, and carried me out in the spirit of the Lord, and set me down in the midst of the valley which was full of bones,
And caused me to pass by them round about: and, behold, there were very many in the open valley; and, lo, they were very dry.
And he said unto me, Son of man, can these bones live? And I answered, O Lord God, thou knowest.
Again he said unto me, Prophesy upon these bones, and say unto them, O ye dry bones, hear the word of the Lord.
Thus saith the Lord God unto these bones; Behold, I will cause breath to enter into you, and ye shall live:"

but alas I see another war within my members, threatening to undo all I have learned, who shall deliver me from this body of death?!
i hear a small still whisper like a sirens luring song, only this leads not to death but to life,

"And thine ears shall hear a word behind thee, saying, This is the way, walk ye in it, when ye turn to the right hand, and when ye turn to the left."

and suddenly all my fears are undone, my maker has made a way for me in this wilderness! aha! i cry, for finally I found what my soul was searching for all along.

the deliverer, Jesus Christ, shall save me not only from myself, my flesh, but that old serpant, the devil who tried to temp me
back to my yester younger years of material pleasures. but what to do with this greater knowledge and understanding?
surely I am not the only one He has called and tasked with such a journey, who shall go and tell the people?
i hear a commanding voice say: Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying, Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?,
Then said I, Here am I; send me! oh me even me o Lord!" and thus his final word and glorious burden to me is this:

"and Jesus came and spake unto them, saying, All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth.
Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost:
Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world. Amen."

and so the fools journey came full circle, from first breath of life, to the taste of death and life again, and at one with His creator forever and ever. The end.

Saturday, July 19, 2025

Grit and grace series introduces first work: I wrote the wound, it was the balm, poem collection, real, raw, gritty and redemptive, AVAILIBLE NOW

 Title: I wrote the wound, it was the balm 

Author: Telle WIld Rose 

Release date: July 19, 2025 

All rights reserved. please do use for personal, group or ministry uses, but do NOT change or alter anything about the book. 

Format: PDF

Price: FREE

AVAILABLE NOW!!! Download



Photo information: person picture of telle wild rose's arm of old healed scars. removed background in background remover program, added text via canva

⚠ Caution!!!

📘 How to Use This Book

I Wrote the Wound, It was the Balm isn’t meant to be read all at once.

It’s a conversation. A mirror. A safe place.
And like healing, it moves at your own pace.

Here are a few gentle ways to walk through these pages:

  • Start with the poem that speaks to your current state.
    There’s no need to go in order. Let your soul guide you.

  • Read mindfully—see not just the wound but the hidden underlineing the balm.
    Pause in between. Breathe. Let the Scriptures response sink in slowly.

  • Use the journal prompts throughout or at the end to start your own conversations with God.

  • Don’t rush your healing.
    This book is here for the days when you don’t have words, the nights when you’re unraveling, and the mornings when the sun rises again… even just for a moment.

You can come back to it as many times as you need.
Each time, you’ll find something different waiting for you.
And each time, God will still be speaking.

⚠️ Author's Note & Content Warning

Dear Reader,

This collection is raw. It is real. It is mine.

Inside these pages, you will find vulnerable expressions of mental illness, trauma, self-harm, suicidal ideation, spiritual grief, and emotional pain. Some poems may be unsettling or heavy—because they were written in the dark before I found my way back to the light.

This book is not a glorification of suffering.
It is not a romanticizing of pain.
It is a record—a testimony—of survival,
and of the whispers of God calling me home.

If you are sensitive to topics around self-harm, depression, or emotional abuse, please proceed with care.
Take breaks.
Skip sections.
Come back when you’re ready.
You don’t owe the book more than you have to give.

If you are currently struggling, please know: you are not alone.
You are deeply loved, and there is always help, even when it feels unreachable.

I share these pages not as a perfect person,
but as a witness to grace in the middle of a storm.

Let this book be what it needs to be for you.
And let the final note always be this:

You’re still here.
And that is holy.

With tenderness,
Telle Wild Rose

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