Friday, May 3, 2013

Grief of grief,

              the pain, this pain---


                                searing, cutting, ravenous--


                  slicing into bone and marrow-


      ruthless sorrow,


                  breathing over, bending, breaking--


                                        all around is shaking, shaking,


                   while those eyes so dark, so calm,


           and now so cold,


                             cut ribbons of this agony deeper.


          Weeping


                       with me


                             not indifferent--


                 with me here--


    I know Him.


                This, the Man of Sorrows-


      He-


         the pierced,


                  the bruised,


                             the cursed


                  is with me, near me


         in this trouble--


              so terrible.


     But I know


          He loves and holds


                   His precious, still creation


                      and restores


                          all life


           This life--


                this tiny, insignificant creature.


     He loves,


          He knows


                 even the sparrow


and renews.


      Creation groans--


            He will recall


                   and not forget


                         that which was broken


                by the Fall . . .

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