Streams of Comfort

Take note of the quiet in the never-ending stillness
Those days of lasting illness.
Let the trumpets sound and the bells toll for pain and loss
That fragile breath that does nothing but emboss.
–In my heart.
I had yearned for you to hear
My cries too tender for your ears.
Take heart that I was always too empty and tired
My whispers got mired
–In my heart.
I waited for you but patience was impatient
In the shadow of your tribulation.
At the end, I still waited
Not knowing my patience was dated
–In my heart.
Oh, the colorful patience that died with you
That I would be stuck with this dark hue.
I said goodbye to you (and patience too)
With nothing else to do
–In my heart.
Folded hands and teary eyes followed me every night after
Nothing could cheer me, not even angel’s laughter.
I clung to the verse that starts with ‘be still’
For it ends with a promise to be fulfilled
–In our hearts.
I could wait for the day we’d see each other again
Just two souls then
Passing by the rising sun
Knowing the battle has been won
–In our hearts.
Alice R, 8/29/24