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11 April 2013

clinging upward

I watch her heart
reaching to grasp
what it cannot hold
clinging backward
as forward doors
begin the swing shut
 
and the aching rips raw
for her to know
there is a gate
waiting for her knock
 
there is peace
I have known
as I cling upward
so deep, so wide
it can not be imagined
 
but my tongue is still
words do not come
just tears

joining the rest of the broken redeemed at Emily's

3 comments:

  1. sometimes
    to be there is all we can do
    you are going deep
    to pull out precious words

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  2. Words do not come here, either. Praying...

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  3. oh, this is sad... your heart is breaking, i can feel it.

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As we travel on the road our Lord has placed before us, it's nice to meet a friend along the way. Thank you for stopping to leave a few or many words, I'm always interested to read your thoughts.
blessings and love,
in His service,
in the fire,