Although this only remotely connects with figments and fidelity (from this week's Gooseberry Garden), I have to share it. Every so often, I grieve for the people around me, whose lives seem filled with suffering - some through their own choices, some through circumstances, some through the terrible choices of others, many through a combination of all those things. When this happens, (after I have done whatever I can do to help on a practical level), I often reach this point:
The World's sorrow seems close to the surface today,
Under evil, I sense her reel and sway.
The groan of a thousand tortured lips
Wrest slumber from my tenuous grip -
Whispered gasps of moonlit tears
As she holds close her child, whose breath disappears
His frail body, ravaged by cruel disease
At last, in death, has found its ease.
“You worthless whore, you should be dead”
Lies echo unceasingly 'round in her head,
Their poisonous phrases spurn all her pleas,
Under their venom, hope shatters and flees.
“You loser, why can't you do anything right?!”
Her loathing contempt, bleeds him of might
Dejected and angry, he walks out the door
Self esteem shattered, he cannot bear more.
Wordless shrieks from a mind caged by fear
Huddled alone as his footsteps draw near
Dreading the touch of his incestuous hands
Powerless to escape his vile commands.
Relationships strained, innocents scarred
Bitterness causing hearts to grow hard
Fury and terror, trials and stress
Trying to survive each day nonetheless.
Their pain shudders through the cracks in their mask
Answering questions that I cannot ask
The darkness in lives, tangled and torn
Tonight leaves me grieving, burdened and worn.
So instead, I come to the foot of the cross
Knowing my Lord bled and died for their loss
Trusting that He'll bind each sorrow-pierced heart
Praying for comfort and healing to start.
For I've felt His balm in my life's pain
His whispers of comfort and love, like the rain
Gently cleansing the lies in my mind
Lifting me up, His freedom to find
So I pray for those voices that cry in the night
Asking that one day, they come to His light
Pray for the words to comfort each one
To offer them hope, revealing the Son.