this grief has torn my heart

shaken my soul,

the core of me is quaking,

crying no, NO,

no more….

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while a cynical side to me says

it is not yours, you cannot claim it,

you have no right to pain and tears….

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and yet they come,

there is too much horror in our days,

too many lost,

hearts broken,

lives never the same,

be it the many, or the one,

I cry out in grief

until that cry becomes a prayer,

this grief is mine,

for we are all connected,

all affected,

all flesh and blood and bone

and weeping…..

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there is a place in God’s heart where tears don’t stop,

where cries for healing and justice echo day and night….

for now this is my dwelling place