Mire

An ache so deep it cuts
Like the proverbial
Knife through warmed butter.
How did it come to this?
What brought it on
So fast, like a shark
Scenting blood. It
Eats away inside.

I pray for comfort,
And ask others to
Also. I turn from
Things unhealthy, yet
Yearn to eradicate this ache
In the way that I know.
I can't.

God in Heaven, Hear my prayer. Heal my friend. Heal my heart.

As I wait...I dream
Of laughter and tears
But not sad ones. Happy
Tears that attest to the joy
Your smile brings.

Of fun and excitement!
Of the simply pleasure that
A walk brings...no matter the
Temperature of the wind
That threatens pneumonia.

Of friends that we share
Our souls with. With whom we are simply
us.

You listen to a part of me
The part that stays in shadow.
It writhes as the light
Of your love touches it.

As it slowly shrinks
Into a piece of chaff,
A mix of God's love
And Your's blows it away.

What could I have done
To receive all that He gives?

As a warm wind of a clear day, your love makes me smile.

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The softest touch that struck
My soul down to the core.
It went farther than any other
Ever will. It was done right.

While waiting for you to come
I wasted so long.
While hoping to find a scrap
A whole dinner was in front of me.

Who is this man that he would
Care for me?
Who am I to deserve it?