It is there.
As I mask it with ribbon & tape,
As I use these gifts & song to cope,
As I wish & wonder & hope,
It doesn’t go away.
It’s still there –
The fact that life… sucks.
It hurts. It squashes. It burns.
People pass & they… hurt.
Such a small word for something so…
Mighty. So altering, so meaningful.
Oh, the pain they feel – I feel.
I wish I could take it away!
But it won’t go away.
Maybe it will & then –
It comes back! Something new
To torment them.
And it sucks.
I wish I had the words for them,
Yet as I see the pain many see,
Sometimes it doesn’t sting.
Sometimes, I can smile.
Sometimes, I can breathe.
I can take in the beauty around me
Without seeing the death.
I can hear the sweet songs
Without the sad notes.
I can be rid of this prevailing reality –
And be consumed in a warm, never-ending embrace –
One shoulder I can cry, whom strokes my head,
As he wipes every tear from my eye,
He says he’ll get me through the pain,
And bring me to the end.
Where joy lives and where he conquers death.
(Those are the words I have… Thankful for the Prince of Peace sent to the world to rid it of all the sadness – someday – and presently, to give us hope & peace while we wait for eternity.)