Bruises
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Bruises
Ahh (sighs)..
Where to start
Oh God of the heart:
Perhaps in the birdsong
Or the crisp morning light
On this bench that is warm
And where worries take flight.
I pick up this pen
And the words tumble out
Not knowing just how to now
Cry, laugh or shout..
But with ink on the page
It is all making sense
A return to the lightness
When the walk has been dense
A rest for my soul
Even though it is fleeting
So I meet with you now
While my heart is still beating
To that tune You gave me..
A long time ago
I play it sometimes
With it's rhythm so slow.
And the whispering words
That are gentle and kindly
Close my eyes to that tune
So Your voice can remind me..
.. of love
And of hope
And of beauty and gladness
Like a spirit-filled balm
For the bruising of sadness.
And I thank You
For all that You've done
And restored.
You are a good friend and companion,
A saviour and Lord.
Jinjagoliath
2nd June 2022
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"Arise, shine; for the light is come, and the glory of the Lord is risen upon thee."
- Isaiah 60:1
Copyright © Christopher Grieves | Year Posted 2022
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