Suddenly I was cold
When all the glories of the evening shattered
Into one aching, tearing moment.
And the wind,
Once playful,
Blasted the ants into the crevices—
Merciless, the brute weight of it all
Against such a tiny being—
No one is safe.
All the laughter going by
Seemed hollow and empty;
My ears straining to catch
A much more bitter tone
As bitter as the tears that fell,
And yet, not entirely despairing.
But don’t say
It’s going to be all right;
Such a trite phrase
For so hurting a moment
So I,
Grieved,
Say nothing.
9/28/09
10/2/09
That same Grief
Maybe tears the heart of One
Who, seeing my own desperate state
Bled
That grace might bathe
This sinner’s heart
That warmed,
It might feel again.
And every heart flooded by the same
blood
Is held
Close to the bosom of Him who bled-
Safe.
Where cruel wind and tainted water,
Billowing,
Cannot torment
Though acrid tones
Blast about our ears
We know
He alone makes bitter sweet
And though words escape
One Word satisfies;
Through ages, unbound
Like circles around the earth
He, boundless, sees our eternal state
Cleansed-
Bought back-
Only by His grace.
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