Cross Purposes
Squeezing out a saturated rag.
Torn asunder, pieces of a heart.
Head, eyes, lips, arms — sore-sag.
I’d thought I’d known weeping.
I was only dreaming; nightmares
hidden in caves, silently creeping.
A mime’s hand, waving away his smile,
pocketed in eternity’s change purse.
“Geez,” muttered, as a flood beguiles.
Tempest, no longer outside home’s border.
It’s kicked in the door! Like a king it reigns,
stores up blankets and dust like a hoarder.
One who never kept account of compassion,
relentlessly unprotected, battered with emotion.
Comes crashing in - all sixty years of marital passion.
Still, I’m touched by such all-encompassing love.
The upside-down of Happily Ever-After, close to hell,
and yet, something’s birthed…he puts on a glove,
understanding the cruel depths, others have walked.
O those years upon years of deaf, dumb and blind.
The shadow of death, in his own backyard, chalked.
I’m touched by heart-wrenching mortar.
Silent is the grave of urned ashes —
a cheerleader of son and daughters.
Family forms a chain, squeezing of hands.
Scent of cordial roses in the squall.
Cross purposes - we’re no longer an island.
7/19/2021
Touch My Heart
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Hebrews 4:15-16 NIV: For we do not have a high priest (Jesus) who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses…Let us then approach the throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need.
*Just as Jesus sympathizes with us, so we sympathize with each other, as we gain knowledge about suffering and death.
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