Common Bond-age

We all have a cuppa sorrow

Harbour hungers, hurts and fears

No one knows what waits tomorrow

To arouse laughter or tears

We all feel that vexing yearning

Complex to articulate

We are all still always learning

Learn to listen, learn to wait

We all hold a world within us

From whence hopes and dreams beseech

While the flail of seasons winnows

Times and places from our reach

We all sense the verge of progress

That is out of our control

But we also all have access

To the Keeper of the soul

…who sees wounds and longs to bind them

In whose presence abides peace

Pray then that we seek and find Him

Before grace withdraws its lease

We all have a cuppa sorrow

Battlegrounds no one can see

Save the One who holds tomorrow

With Supreme Authority

Not one of us is forgotten

God so loved the world that he

Gave His Son, Jesus begotten

To redeem humanity

So, though life is full of hurtles

And the sufferings of dust

We all instilled with Immortal

Have a God that we can trust

© Janet Martin

Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, 

and I will give you rest.

Matt.11:28