Proportionate Peace

Rain comes pouring down my window

Mirroring the turmoil felt.

Thoughts of quiet desperation

Creeping down from hidden shelf.

Tenuous the road I balance

Teetering from sorrow, joy.

Perilous the consequence if

Finite strength is misemployed.

Leaning, twisting, redirecting

Weight and burden placed on me.

Trusting God, but using wisdom

Past perspective’s granted me.

How to love and lift a burden

I don’t have the strength to lift?

How to carry someone’s sorrow

When my own’s so simply spilt?

Carrying is Shepherd’s business,

He has strength beyond my own.

I can’t soothe the hidden sorrows,

He has suffered for His own.

Humbly, wobbling, I can offer

Testimony of His strength,

Hands that lift us higher, stronger.

Outstretched in eternal length.

He’s the reason I am standing,

Carefully and very still.

Perfect love sequesters heartache

Once submitted to His will.

Anna M. Molgard

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