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I weep…
Sitting on the floor
Knees pulled to my chest
I weep
Wondering where was God
Is he still watching
I weep
Hoping for better days
Not understanding the moment
I weep
The last touch of an unpleasant hand
The torn clothes
I weep
The bright lights flashing
The doctors all around me
I weep
The blood-stained clothes
A child’s lost virginity
I weep
The life struggles
The endless nightmares
I weep
Will someone save me
Am I all alone
I weep
A friend’s touch on the shoulder
A gentle hug a quiet hush
I weep
The hand that holds me
Picks me up
I weep
The eyes that tell me
No one will hurt me again
I weep
Just as this came in I was weeping – weeping over a Marine son I could have lost in Afghanistan or Iraq, but didn’t. Watched an excellent movie about a father who wasn’t so fortunate, then all the old stored up fear about what might have been burst through and I wept. Then your writing appeared. Weeping like this, like that, is a holy thing. Peace be with you.
Thank you for you encouragement. And thank your son for his service. I wish you well.
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