The Deepest Cut

Despair

1/16/2020

Chasing the wind

Slipping through my fingers

I grasp and claw

I draw in with a long but shallow breath

I search but I cannot see

Like a ghost, it brushes past my shoulder

Chills rise up and pass through my hollow body

It whispers in my ear…loss, failure, death

I slink cautiously through the shadows

Not aware of the path, not able to see the ground veiled in mist

I fall and clasp my knees to my chest

I am home

Hope

1/17/2020

Your hands hold me

Your feet run to my side

I feel your comforter near

My eyes are blinded

My body frozen in place

But there is a voice in the wind

I turn my head to listen

To find you through the mist

A whisper of hope in the distance

I wait for only you to come and pull me from this place

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end, they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. Lamentations 3:22-23