Stronger Than This

Despair. It creeps into your soul slowly, taking it inch by inch. Quietly. In silence it stalks the farthest reaches of your mind, the places where Hope tries to hide. It lurks in shadow, waiting for long years, not deterred by time or Human psychology It watches lustily and remembers all your naked shame It reaches out its bony hand and gently strokes your face, offering Friendship “Come with me” it beckons the weary traveler, “I will give you rest.” And violently it breaks the world. Is anything stronger than this? Indeed, for despair is not so strong as it is patient and deceitful. Love is the Truth that can bring despair to its knees, Send it scurrying back to the dark pit from whence it crawled Trailing its lies behind “But I loved,” you say, “and still he died.” Would that you could understand It is not mere human love, which perceives the need To say it will be okay when it really won’t That says You deserve to be happy You are worthy Hollow platitudes No, it is the love that knows the deepest recess of your Broken heart That reads your every thought, Sees past your façade and knows your unrepentant Pride, greed, jealousy, slander and glee And every action done in the dark, caring only for the moment of pleasure Though it wounded someone’s soul or body or both Even, if only, your own And understands completely your guilt and bore it It is the love that says, though you are unworthy, Yet still do I remove your shame And is the lifter of your head Look, look, oh, please look I Am Begging You Please look into the face of that love Because That is the Love that is Truth.