I had ideas for posts last night, but then a phone call came that wiped everything else from my mind. A few hours later, when I finally had a moment alone on a computer, what came spilling out was this...
Lament
hands lost in soapy water
I glimpse the reflection in the window
a face that looks older than it did
an hour ago
before your call
tears dripping
I scrub pots and pans
and wish
the stain etched on your hope
washed away as easily
as the remnants of today's supper
p.s. The story is not mine to share, but if you are the praying type, whisper a prayer for pain unspoken.
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I will indeed say a prayer.
I hope everything can possibly right itself.
Amen and amen.
I *have* to stop checking blogs at work. Even if it is lunch time.
Oh dear. Thoughts and prayers coming your way.
A beautiful lament. God bless your family.
Thank you. And I'm weary of us crying for each other and our sons.
Cyber hugs from this way.
"For where two or three come together in my name, there am I
with them." Matthew 18:20
I'm with Pamela.
Whispering and knowing I'm being heard.
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