in your grief

The pain rends your heart
To near-death
Your soul is torn apart
With each labored breath

All you see are the shadows
Engulfing the lights
And in despair you wallow
Fearing no end to this night

The tears keep streaming
Down your anguished face
Lost in your grieving
You hardly notice the embrace

Of the One who collects
Your tears in a bottle
See, His merciful eyes also reflect
Your sorrow and your struggle

i (silence) you

now silence sits between the two of us
and my heart vaguely remembers
a season not too long ago when
i would but gasp a question
and you sigh your reply

now silence sits between the two of us
these spaces between my fingers
tingle with the faint recollection of
your clasp, your presence, the bygone joy
of hands and wills interlocked

now silence sits between the two of us
we’re so close, yet a world of choices apart
aware of the other’s every breath but
never, as once we did, hearing
the beating of the other’s heart

the pain is the healing

Don’t ask me to take away
The hurt your heart is feeling;
You will understand someday
That the pain is the healing.

Cry, let the tears flow freely,
But know they are fleeting.
I’ll hold you through this valley;
Let the pain be the healing.

Remember, dear one, the day
On the cross I was hanging;
I suffered and bled, to pay
The pain to be your healing.

So when this ache soon becomes
A memory less rending,
Find peace because you succumbed
To the pain that was healing.

much more than words

Words…
Don’t leave me now. Please.
Not now when most everything around me is shifty and hazy
Like the flickering shadows cast by the season’s thousand blinking lights.
No! Don’t abandon me to the incoherent and deceitful torrents of thoughts and emotions
That do nothing but suck me into a maddening whirlpool of What-ifs.

Words
, soothe the headache. Salve the heartache.
You must, oh you must do my bidding. Please.
Be tame, and let me string you together
So I can find my peace. Just this once.

Word…
You never leave me nor forsake me. Thank You.
Especially now when I most yearn for certainty and security
Like a wind-plucked leaf from a lofty branch, reeling as it yields to breeze and gravity.
Yes. You keep me from the shackles of Despair, the prison cell of Hopelessness
For even in the unsettling imbalance, there is your Grace – amazing and all-sufficient.

Word
, take captive this mind. Make whole this heart.
I must, oh I must do Your bidding. Teach me.
Be all that I need, and let me be still
For You will be my peace. Once again.