My heart it was heavy today.
It sagged heavy to
the well of tears,
Pressing them to leak
over,
Tears rolling,
rolling steady.
Deep breath in, “I can
manage, be strong.”
Put a little make-up—a
covering—on.
“Don’t show weakness,
it’s not a good time.”
Most inconvenient these
rebel tears shine.
“My Lord, I just need
Thee.”
“No, darling, you
were grafted to a tree.”
A tree without branches
indeed would be ill.
“Going alone was
never My will.”
“Could You just hold
me?” this prayer did I send.
“Feel My arms in the
embrace of a friend.”
Sweet friend did
answer
My last minute call.
With tea and dark
chocolate listened to all—
All my tears, all my
honest mess.
Crying together did
this friend bless.
“Thank You,” I prayed
on the night drive home,
“for keeping the
future yet unknown.”
To know not is to
need to lean—
