I know what it is to have dread
bubbling in the stomach,
Heart heavy, dropping inch by inch:
Weighing in the chest.
I know that we all have invisible
Arms that reach while we lay in bed, write,
Read, clean, pray. They reach
Through distances toward the ones we love,
Seeking to move, to hold, to do something more,
To shake awake, to slap, clap - to make
Some sort of noise, a statement.
I know what it is to be helpless.
I know what it is to find comfort.
Unearth truth, the Word of life
revealed in newness, wholeness,
"Oh-so-this-is-what-it-meant-ness."
Seed, His, is planted in soil,
Something soft, solid: final
Place for heavy heart to rest.
Knowledge is gained that nature,
His nature will not be changed, always
Prevails and plants will grow and weeds
Will as well and all there is to do is
Blossom.
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