Where we hurt
Just a poetic meditation for today. And that is all. Where we hurt Can I find the place, The hidden cavern Crested , unexplored, The fountain-head, That point of pain - Where it begins Its crimson stain Which flows, reaching Every stream of me? Can I wonder over Every part of my being - What is seen, what is unseen, To detect where hurt resides, Seeking a blanket, a balm, A cool cup of water? I will seek I will find There I make a nest, Cradle the ache. Tread softly Listen It speaks, "Hear me!" I will go Leave the place I've come to know Let rest unbind tight-woven dread Take slowly life's breath Into every crevice yet to be seen; I entrust myself to Love. "My burden is light," I am told, And laughing, gasp, allowing doubt to speak, "Oh really?" A burden - light? How can it be? The answer came long before: "Cast your burden upon the Lord, and He will sustain you."