Listening Through the Pain

During those times

I lack the evidence

of life –

the essence.

I falter among

down and captured.

Desiring

to quiet

the grisly details

of what’s to come.

 

 

During those times

I possess the silence –

the isolation.

I exist between

already and not yet.

Becoming

an element

in the offering

of my own faith.

 

 

During those times

I confess the struggle –

the depletion.

I breathe equally

of sweet and bitter.

Collecting,

with my listening,

the velvety noise

of God’s grace.

Comments

[Julie]

Thanks for the prayers, Phyllis. And thanks for reading!

[Phyllis]

The things you say must touch the hearts of all who read what you write. I know they do me, and I thank you. You express yourself so wonderfully and its both uplifting and sad at the same time. Yet, you are on the road, with God's grace as you know. Prayers going your way!