Here I am
In a season
Waiting for grief
To not undo me
So easy, for me
To lash out not in
Anger at those around me
& here I say again, I don’t know
How you can love me. Would you
Come up beside me & hold me?
Is this how Jesus felt—this deep,
Abiding sorrow when he cried.
Father, why have you forsaken me?
LORD, even though it has been days
Since the news I cannot cry. I’m so
Tired & here in this bed is where I want ti
Stay in the warmth, the quiet even as my
Mind goes astray. LOED