Pouring out your soul before the Lord Most High
‘When someone is hurting or broken hearted,
the Eternal moves in close and revives him in his pain.’
Psalm 34:18 The Voice
When it hurts
Once the sun was streaming through the window,
From early morning to dusk’s last light, shadows cast upon these four walls, bare and scarred.
Tiredness and pain depletes me of strength.
The dull ache draws my head to the dust upon the ground.
Life streams past outside the window,
These four walls separate and disguise.
Joyful birdsong hushes to a quiet whisper.
Comfort seemingly far from reach.
A single tear falls from my eye; condensation from the emotionally constrained broken veneer.
Thoughts disperse within my mind,
Fading, I feel the pull within the sunken pit.
A call for help barely able to move from heart to lips.
The swell of nothing tries to pull me under,
Sadness tugging at my heart,
Jagged emotions reeling in my head.
Dazed, I’m unable to fully comprehend.
My internal godly GPS signal jammed, with feelings of overwhelm.
The dark clouds give way its heavy load.
Stillness in the damp air as raindrops begin to fall.
Silence is shaken by the call of an owl,
Echoes of grace slices through the shadows.
The blanket of night slowly lifts to reveal the gift of a new day.
Peace begins to fill the skies.
Domes of light contained within gentle dew washing away the grime.
Could that be a glimmer of hope, broadcast across the heavens from the Voice of Life?
Words that once failed me now rise from deep within.
All I can utter is Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord.
Where once I felt alone, Living waters revive.
Holy is the One who comes to rescue me.
Holy is the One who is the Victory.
Holy is the Resurrection and the Life.
Holy is the One who is my Healer.
Holy is the One who is my Comforter.
Bring the rain
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