Bittersweet

Just a wee scribble I wrote a couple of years ago... and I'm still learning from it. Perhaps I'm just beginning to get an idea of how much I underestimate how much He understands.

Bittersweet

Huddled, motionless,

Tied in a knot,

Left behind,

Like someone you forgot.

Kneeling, broken,

Desperate and alone,

Lost, incomplete,

Nowhere to call home.

Looking out of the window,

Where did you go?

When did you leave?

How didn’t I know?

The silence enfolding me,

Drowning me out.

My thoughts like enemies,

Like thirst in a drought.

Yet something within me,

Cries out from the deep,

I know you’re with me,

I hear you weep.

The plead of the beggar,

The cry of the lame,

The gnaw of the hungry,

The orphan in pain.

The forsaken widow,

The sigh of the dead,

The scream of the infant,

Born to be fed.

No glorious sunset,

Or cool soothing rain,

Nor a mothers embrace,

Can soften the pain,

For you are the author,

Only you will remain.

Distance no problem,

Time never ends,

Before I am gone,

You call me back again.

You give dreams to the hopeless,

Strength to the weak,

Undying love is the language you speak.

Christine Burroughs (20/11/03)