anguish, suffering,
and the sin of life
Words of love from God
sound far way in
this lonely pain and
hurt
washing over my fear-stained
soul and heart.
this pain of living
can be lonely.
How to find the path
trod millennia ago?
How to reach for
the hand of God?
The embrace to touch
my bleeding heart.
Silent struggles at
midnight bathed
melancholy moonlit hours
waiting for release from
these troubles and cares.
His healing touch I seek.
His weeping tears
to heal and cleanse this hurt -
this ache for home.
To hear those words -
my daughter, thy sins
they are forgiven thee -
to feel that embrace.
Life is hard.
Bitter struggles and weeping
in the night,
this wrestle before the
Lord
to wrest the carnal woman
from this mortal breast.
May I feel His touch
turning weeping midnight
sunlit rays of Heaven.
May my heart be so inclined.
29 September 2012
©Eleanor Clark
