Broken
When summer day
Decays to winters night
Grasping for hope
As dust In the breeze.
Falling onto bended knees
Gasping for a way to pray
To the one who left you in the day.
Unknowingly
So that you might fall
Onto bended knees.
So you may look up
And see the one for whom made the day
And the darkness
The summer and the winters night.
To find it well
To be broken
To be mended
To be made whole
To feel within the pain of the unbearable
To know the glory of the incomprehensible.
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Grief has a way of healing in unexpected ways. I feel your poem.