Clenching, clinging, intermingling,
Desiring, embracing... hoping.
Prayerfully pressing through the grit,
Grime, dirt and muck invited by pain.
Seeking a coping mechanism through
Logic and algorithms that leave us all the more confused.
Demeaned, degraded and disrespected,
Neglected, no more room in these shoes.
Our feet hurt... Fingernails filled with dirt,
And dust from clawing our way to love.
Heaven above knows our woes, the blows,
Slings and arrows that pierce our loving souls.
We retract to avoid the cold, and in the end we find ourselves alone.
Freezing... Earnestly aiming to please God along with those we hold compassion for.
Peace we seek and in turn get a sword... through the heart.
In an instant it appears that what we feared, thought disappeared, had returned yet stronger.
The strength we gained, the faith unfeigned, helped us to hold on longer.
To the hand of God, for its only He whom can heal and dry our eyes.
In Him alone do we trust and abide, for in He do we survive...
