Of course,
we suffer agony
when we lose someone;
how can you not,
when something
crawls out of your heart,
tears through your chest,
and sinks, blood-soaked,
into the soft earth?
Faith, Health, and Other Musings
May our minds flourish with creation, and may our hands never deny its expression.
Of course,
we suffer agony
when we lose someone;
how can you not,
when something
crawls out of your heart,
tears through your chest,
and sinks, blood-soaked,
into the soft earth?
I have mourned you
for as long
as I have loved you;
for, from the moment
you became my heart,
I knew that,
someday,
my chest would
never be
that full again.
(What will I do with my eyes when they can’t look at you?)
My heart
races when I
read Scripture,
for it is my heart,
and it has been
found out.