Page 23 - For A Season

Even if pain held for another can be holy, healing

the moment I move out of prayer

it simply becomes a miscellany of anguish

apart from your love it is more than I can bear

I kneel

I kiss the cross,

surrender my ambivalent love,

my brokenness

I try to envision my enemies redeemed

somehow

through your love

I trust

equilibrium and wholeness become possible