Lament & Mending
Much is lost
And some things will never be -
Things that my soul bleeds for.
I ache with the loss of that which never was;
Of those who are not.
Sorrow seers me to my core,
And around my mangled heart
My body convulses in wrenching sobs.
~ ~ ~
Broken.
~ ~ ~
I would have loved them.
I would have loved them.
~ ~ ~
Yet in the darkness of my night You hear my voice,
You catch my tears.
In sweet sounds, You come close
To embrace my lacerated soul.
So gently,
So gently,
In warm and wistful beauty
You speak comfort without words.
~ ~ ~
My Saviour knows.
~ ~ ~
A different ache.
Healing tears.
I say farewell to those I never knew.
I release them.
~ ~ ~
A peace comes then,
And I sleep.
An excerpt from
Flying Free: Poems for Pilgrim Hearts - available NOW!
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