Burden – A Poetic Lament
...on bended knee, Jesus tenderly reminds her ... that every burden handed over to him will ... also miraculously transmute into a blessing by faith ...
...on bended knee, Jesus tenderly reminds her ... that every burden handed over to him will ... also miraculously transmute into a blessing by faith ...
When healing oil was needed
for the wounds within my soul,
When battered raw and bleeding,
I needed to be whole.
It's not the way things ought to be. And yet the way things are. I look above and see a void. And not one single star. Then in the day the blue is grey.
Pain can be a pivot point, a place where the veil thins and we discover the inexplicable kinship of suffering and joy.