In the Land of Grief: I Look Up

Like a man stranded on an island Hobbling through the coarse sand. My thoughts dense as the thundering rain clouds rolling in. Falling back, I look to the sky Because nothing down here can help me. Waving my arms wide and weak Trying to hail a plane Trying to hail God. It’s a cry for help And an…

Grief at Arm’s Length 

Looking on His limp body, I know He knows the exhaustion. My insides feel limp. His arms span the length of my aching.  All of me held together.                                He says nothing, yet He speaks volumes.  I know He knows—  …