Well of Sorrows

You behold my inner groaning. You grieve within me. Low pitched moaning Stir my depths, Awaiting  promised vindication. No eye, but Yours, Beholds the river of unspent tears, Hidden from the world of Men. Prayer without ceasing Issues forth For Your ears only. Words without sound Shape my inner being Fashioning a future full of … Continue reading

Weaned Child

I am the weaned child, Upon Your knee. Forgetful of time, I curl Your hair about my fingers, And tug at Your heartstrings. My toys, the shiny objects of yesterday, Lie by the stairs, By which I began my ascent to You. Comfort me. Cuddle me. Tickle me. You spend Your universe, As You had … Continue reading