to still the storm
calm my tempest
part my sea.
I wanted Him
to mend my fractures
salve my wounds
halt the pain.
I wanted Him
to sharpen sword
eviscerate all enemies
oversee their quick retreat.
He didn't.
Instead
He came
soft as light
extended nail-pierced hands
cradled me to His breast
wrapped me in an eternal embrace.
Shared my grief
shouldered my pain
cried my tears
mingled His blood with mine
until at last I understood:
this anguish is not my own
for when I belong to Him
I never bleed Alone.
deserted
like a terrified rabbit
cowering quivering shivering
burrowed into my hole of
hopelessness
statute-like
panic paralysis
too frightened to whimper.
Night too thick
ice too slick
feeble
fallen
crumpled
over run by marauding minions
drowning in despair.
"help."
Your riposte
stills the storm
shatters my chains
explodes the night
sends voracious hordes howling
tails tucked, routed
yoke too heavy lifted
borne by hands rough-hewn and worn
Hope resurrected
by the Everlasting Arms.
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