Monday, July 15, 2013


All those thoughts we ache to speak
But cannot find the air to shape
Their vaunt expressing hope and need
And sad regret for past mistakes
Swell in a sigh, a groan, a tear
But still the night and miles expand
Into the weeping atmosphere
Drifting like ghosts without command
While we refuse to speak farewell
Where time does not absolve the hurt
Of letting go or holding on
With tears we stain the listless dirt
As the ineptness of this dance
Cannot console our wordless thought
But simply offers us the chance
To cling to hope and trust in God

© Janet Martin

For those sorrows that will never find words…

Someday perhaps its melody
will softly be unchained
We hold what we are given
and trust God for the unexplained.



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