How often can a heart break
Mend, knit, heal,
Only to reach out "too soon."
Tear open the freshly healed wound,
Bleed out,
And find itself broken again.
My eyes are weary of their own -
Tears, redness, exhaustion -
Surely I have nothing left to cry,
My heart is empty,
Yet
My spirit groans within me,
Giving cry to that
Which my mouth can no longer express.
Wash of mercy,
Wave of faithfulness,
Tide of grace.
The hand of the Lord upholds me.
He looks with
Mirrored sorrow
On my burdened heart,
On my burdened family.
He catches and treasures each crystalline tear
In a bottle.
Be the daily portion and prize,
Sustainer,
Healer,
Redeemer,
Almighty God.
Be my sufficiency.
