I study then forget, I hear and then
Am lost in sounds of beating drums,
Hearing only lies of my desolation,
I no longer ponder on your Comfort,
Or exquisite providence,
Slip on ice of loneliness, and my mouth begins to drip,
My own blood, slow and drying.
Hardening words and dulling eyes,
Replace the golden energy of Love,
And the brightness of sweetness’ line.
Waning arms, once strong in your power,
Only wreck more havoc in my body,
Crying foul at every cell, and accepting depression,
In the cradle of my mind.
I walk in gray forests ,
Rocking pain in my arms,
Believing you want me to feel this,
Alone,
When this is not what You Want,
But to carry me through, holding me next to your heart,
Rocking me as my feelings echo your own, and your tears mirror mine,
For sorrow is not alien to You, but pierces your soul,
It does not take the toll, of years and bruises,
To make misshapen bodies, but rolls against me like a rock,
And polishes to a godly shine, as you stroke me with your fingers.
I will always be a favored child, called to rest upon your lap,
Regardless of what chased me there, or what tears at my skin,
Calling out the trouble of life.
For a Tower does not turn away, a refugee of certain plights,
But welcomes all who run.