The soul has much to say
Being there...(For my, poetic family)
There are, other oceans
Gulfs, of tears
Seas, of unrest
Waves...of the undone
My heart grows, in agony
I hear and read, of loss
Loved ones, friends
Unforgiving, illnesses
The grip, of depression
Unwanted embrace, of loneliness
I hear droplets, from the soul
Aftermath of the tempest
..."I don't love you, anymore"
My eyes, filled with sorrow
Reading the heartache, of many
My prayers, forever rising
Filling His ears, with pleas for grace
I, too, have suffered a loss
Words, simply can't express
I lay it in His hands, while reaching out mine
...for yours
To my poetic, family and friends
Encouragement
Compassion
A shoulder, an ear
...let us continue, being there, for each other
We all have, much to say
To the best of our abilities
Let us continue, to express ourselves
And be a comfort, every way possible
Lifting up one another, in prayer
If you don't believe, than in your own way
The days are difficult
The nights, add, to the sadness
I'm sure of one thing...He's able
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Being there...(For my, poetic family)
Being there...(For my, poetic family)
