Friday, July 3, 2015

"THE GIFT" by Terese Kasper, ARCWP "Blessed are . . . those who mourn: for they will be comforted."

Morning brought mourning
With more in the night.
Sadness and sorrow
Defined my plight.

Deep tears* of the heart
Of everything dear.
Grieving and longing
Segued straight to fear.

Writhing and groaning
Unbearably hurt.
My dark companion
Agony my mate.

Questioning, “Why, why
Just not let me die?”
“Where’s there any good?”
To heaven I’d cry.

Then being quite still
God revealed true grace;
Our hearts in His hands,
Our image Her face.

For love never dies
It’s stronger in death.
Creator gifts us
Our very own breath.

Comfort surpassing
Anything yet known
With heavenly Love
We’re never alone. (*rip, shred )

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