Something Old Something New
Original Poem
Without the comfort of your hand to hold
Aimlessly, I wander about in the dark
No hint of warning had been foretold
I am a dying ember without a spark
Forbearance and faith is what I need
and a love so true that I might heal
My painful wound continues to bleed
Emotional heartache, I cannot conceal
Updated Version
I 've lost the comfort of your hand to hold
No warning bell in the church steeple tolled
Aimlessly I wander, meandering in the dark
smoldering, a dying ember without a spark
Forbearance and hope shall be my creed
and the faith found in a tiny mustard seed
For these things I pray that my heart may heal
I am weary of grief I can no longer conceal
October 4, 2021
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Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2021
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