By Evangelist Linda J
My tears are liquid words that only he hears and can understand.
What ails her? …they might think
But only he knows.
I cry not only for myself, but for the world.
Sometimes I can’t cry, I’m stuck , My heart has become, hard impenetrable.
But press, I must.
For, it is appointed unto man once to die and after death the judgement.
There is much at stake
For I have seen the place of judgement – that forever place (See minister5writes.com),
I can never forget the finality,
the eternity,
the dread of that place
The reality that it’s too late.
When I can’t articulate
the anguish,
My tears fall and I cry.
My bowels, My bowels.
It’s the cry of a starving, premature baby – (have you ever seen?) only the shape of the skull and the shape of the mouth telling the story – telling the story ….but there is no sound …
There are liquid words and a silent arching mouth, like Hannah, like Rahab weeping for her son, her child, because He was not
It’s the cry of desperation, of anguish. It’s the ardent cry for a seed, a people a promise, a community, a nation – a world without fear
A life denied, stunted, about to be cut off in its prime…
When I know and see the precipice we stand on – the fine -tooth jagged knife edge, between life and death.
I tell my brother, my sister but he/they won’t/can’t hear
Gone too far, Gone too far
Calcified, calcification, diseased, dying, died – dead.
I can only howl inside, silent terror
Nay, horror
My heart aches.
There’s despair
I see the lost, the sick, the despairing, the neglectful all around me, all around me
A gambol (sic) of a life – running running running… going no where -a wasted opportunity
Lord, when?
When will your hand move?
When will you show?
Lord, forgive.
Lord, lift,
Lord, change,
Lord, deliver
Lord, heal.
In the midst of life we are in death
But I believe there is hope .
His heart breaks.
His hand does move
In the silence of our cries
Cry
By Linda J
Unfinished but In a time of sadness
July 2018