WHY?
Why this?
Why me?
Why now?
After all the storms
I've already weathered
must I feel beaten
by waves
and winds
of this magnitude?
Might not the buffetings
cease but for a moment
for me to rest
in some measure of calm?
What grand design
would be altered
by such peace?
I try to sink in silence,
but waves of wisdom
call to me.
The depths of sorrow
create caverns of compassion.
Deep ravines
run through the soul
so that no heartache
is invisible to me.
I feel the pain
as if it is my own.
And I begin to understand
how drops of blood
could possibly pour through pores
of infinite compassion.
Anna M. Molgard
©2013 Faithsong Publications, LLC
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