We sometimes heave
a prayer of “why”
that leaves us sobbing
or wrestles us into
a guttural moaning
when there are no words
for such a chasm-ache.
We grapple with circumstance
as we go from weeping
to screaming to falling
into exhausted heaps,
mute and dried out,
struggling to understand
or cope with the now
God has allowed.
And with the hours
of doubt, confrontations
and painful realizations,
we find ourselves mudded-
down, heavy-souled,
in agony that is almost
our undoing. But waiting
in our deepest recess,
at the center of our being,
there is Christ, sometimes
very, very far from our
frayed thoughts, a distant
hope, but when received
a salve that soothes us
into taking just one more
step, believing.
C.L. Fisher, September 2020
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Poetic Meanderings 
A sliver of truth and a speck of beauty begging to break through somehow beneath the dark shifting shadows cast by the clouds
Once a wonder to behold, now a fleeting image of a beauty trampled by a brokenness seeking grace and mercy
This very same brokenness desires not to remain captive … at times seemingly breaking free yet suddenly finding itself a slave once more… hoping to be forgiven but remaining misunderstood
The perceiving of the words reveals and reflects questions bringing shame and doubt time and time again…
May the frayed thoughts be knitted once more
May His offer of hope be received
May the soothing salve be graciously poured
As believing becomes His miracle in one’s heart
Oh for grace to believe and keep on believing…
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Lovely thought. Thank you for responding.
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