Tears
Tears inside.
Tears outside.
Tears in my eyes.
Tears in my ears.
The blankets strangle me
but I cannot move.
The tears have immobilized me.
I cannot turn.
How does it come to this?
How does this pain become all-consuming?
As I lay there I ponder,
How could I make the pain less?
A knife comes to mind.
"Wouldn't it feel wonderful
to be out of this pain forever?"
whispers the tempter.
"God, I want so badly
to live forever with you!"
I cry as I lay in bed
tears pouring down my face.
Suddenly a verse enters my head:
"I will never leave thee
nor forsake thee."
"Abba," I cry
"I know this
I know it in my head
but my heart doesn't believe."
Slowly, very slowly
I feel a peace,
an everlasting peace,
fill my body.
Slowly
the tears slow their pace
down my face
as I fall into a troubled slumber.
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