sometimes the words
are absent from the mind
too heavy on the heart
and paralyzing on the soul to be spoken,
the standard questions, statements, and offers
are left with the only reply
"ok, thanks, I'll let you know"
emotions like the elements
contained within a category 5 hurricane
roil and rage against
moments of numbness and desensitization,
the urge to do something, anything
wages like D-Day with a body that
just wants to hibernate like the black bear
at the onset of winter,
moments of nothingness where time
dissipates with the wan of daylight,
conjoined with the cruel touch of minutes
that traipse rapidly across the screen,
where the sound of breath reverberates
then catches in the larynx
stealing function and ability,
sometimes there are no words
no conscious existence,
just survival in forwardly falling,
and continually standing back up,
through tears,
exhaustion, and recognition of brokenness,
with wobble and precarious motion,
striving towards advancing trajectory
within the arms of the Father.
~T.J. Swisher
2021
Sometimes there simply are no words...words that can convey the depth of what is felt,
words to say to another that can truly help. Sometimes there are simply no words.
While we know the brokenness that we feel now will not last, that our Father is greater
than any hardship and heartache we experience here on this side of heaven...while we know
that He also knows that we travel through the emotions of this world, but never without Him.
So many around me have had their worlds tossed like their worlds were little grains of dirt
caught in a whirlwind and it fractures and fragments my heart for the pain they are going through.