Sunday, April 22, 2012

Your Song

Today I sit, and try to play your song.
It drags its feet. The tune is weak.
The words all come out wrong.
Because it isn't mine,
It falls and limps along.

God gave you knowledge, gifts...
I waited.
Gave you mercy, love...
Breath bated
Finally you sang and played…

Your songs were full of sorrow, grief,
Loneliness and desperation.
Nothing that could heal or comfort,
Death in place of consecration.

He gave you one more gift,
the best That He can give to man.

You grabbed a hammer, let it fall...
And crushed your hands

So here I sit, and sing this song.
I pray, I wait, I grieve 
Through tears.

And I will try to play your song
Until you're ready.
Even though I wait for all my years.


Lilibeth said...

Beautiful. I'm fighting tears myself. And waiting too.

Chandelle said...

I have nominated your blog for the Liebster Blog Award.

Auntie M said...

Just beautiful, Carina. We pray with you.

Green Speck said...

Really beautiful...too touching...liked it !!!

joanne said...

what to say but "Wow"......a graphic and difficult story to tell; could definitely relate to the emotions...Nice