Streams of Comfort

I’ll see you on the other side of that pain. There will be more light, I’m sure. Though sometimes I don’t know which direction to walk towards to meet you at dawn. Pain is the compass I tend to use. One I treasured every day until I fell. The haze you walked through fed my tears and the fog was your burden to carry. Even when the hurt fell from my eyes and we finally found peace. I wept. There is pain still to come. I know it from your words and touch. Hidden though it may be. Though the waves of this life swell over us and we sometimes forget how to swim. There is redemption even in drowning. But who will wait patiently for our redemption? No one but the Redeemer. The great I am. Fallen to the wayside and bruised. Healing was slow to set in, so we fled. Initially. Comprehension finally came on the other side of us. Words once muddled are now clear. Clocks ticking in the dark now exposed. Our tears have an expiration date. Soon.

Alice R., 10/19/23