Pain travels through my heart
with the speed of tears.
Wet drops splash against my spirit
running into a river of questions.
Why does my precious child
have to suffer again?
I am not brave, fear nibbles
at the facade of my stiff upper lip.
Can I walk beside my daughter
through this dim valley again?
Quiet brushes against my turmoil
releasing its peace to cover me.
I gather strength from the vision
of heads bowed and voices praying.
The atmosphere hums with words
that send hope to cradle me.
Lifted by the palm of compassion
to the heart of God, I am renewed.
My weakness is now dressed in armor
and the valley has become less dim.
Susie Clevenger 2012
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Hugs and prayers~
And, here I wrote today about my teen being hurt because of boys playing her. It pales into significance when you see the trials your girl has already faced and, still is.
She, you all have my prayers too.
This is such a deeply loving piece. Very moving. I wish her well as she endures more and pray she stays clear of any more health problems.
Rod E. Kok
http://fifafan.ca
through this dim valley again?"
Of course, you can and will. You've no other reasonable choice. A strong and heartfelt poem. You've been blessed, even though it may feel like anything but... much love , Moskowitz