Sometimes life simply limps along
Its laugh-lines lost to sorrow's skin
Bare-naked breath strips lips of song
While wishes wash heart-worlds within
Sometimes Want’s woe of letting go
Fractures fulcrums of fantasy
And we are left, broken, bereft
Beggars of God’s gracious mercy
Ethereal emptiness can fill
The heart with hurt, but Hope will heal
Sometimes life simply limps along
While we await Abba’s appeal
© Janet Martin
I hope you have a Happy-heart Saturday.
Please pray for my Uncle Abner as he adjusts to life without his wife Almeda. These are hard days for him...
He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds. Ps. 147:3