In the Lowest of Your Moments

In the lowest of your moments, When bitter trials are fought, Platitudes blare like loud trumpets, Most are sincere but ill-taught It’s not folks pity that you plead, Empathy they may not sense, It’s presence that you truly need, In your time of deepest grievance. In the lowest of your moments, Cliches can blare like brass, And cause angst and discomfort, Pious words of hope don’t last. There are some trials so profound, They must be faced at all costs, Though sadness and woe abound, Not doing so deepens the loss. You’re not the only one to cry, In this pit of suffering, It will take time for it to by, For your soul to find true healing. By God’s grace and abiding love, With family and friends near, Between life here and that above, You couldn’t be in better care.