Every tear, a prayer
Every breath, a call
Every turning inward, a question.
Every step, courage
Every artistic outlet, release
Every remembrance, love-agony.
Every cut on the heart,
Every jarring to the bone,
Every aching of a muscle,
a joining with the Man of Sorrows.
Every word, every deed
Every emotion, every day
Every soul-battle, every laying down of the sword,
a search for The Presence.
Every day, an absence
Every week, a yearning
Every month, a counting,
a prisoner to eternity´s curtain.
O Eternal One who knows all things!
Can you not align all of these pains & dilemmas
under your shield and send them marching far from me?
Can you not change me without suffering?
You have an infinite number of tools!
Why is This Crushing the only thing
able to produce The Fragrance?
For I see that you love...The Fragrance.
the kind that only sacred tears produce
the kind that only searing emotions laid before The Shepherd produce
the kind that love & grief approaching the altar of a Savior produce
the kind that soul-questions brought to the Scarred Feet of a King produce.
But for now,
Every tear, a prayer.