The Edge of Sorrow

At the ragged edge of sorrow

Where old memories live on,
There the heart longs for tomorrow,
Although yesterday’s not gone.
 
It is in such empty places
That the brokenhearted dwell,
Striving to slip free the traces
Of their spirit crushing hell.
 
All the long years of their grieving
Will give way in time to peace,
But for now, there’s no believing
Sorrow will give them surcease.
 
Hold them, Lord, within Your stillness,
Heal their broken, tortured hearts.
Hopelessness becomes an illness,
But, in You, true healing starts.
 
Psalm 34:18
The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.

Sunrise Through Ash and Smoke

And as the pink sun rises up
against the flat, gray sky
she, too, rises up from the ash
rubbing it from her eye.
She's not a phoenix, swift of wing,
for she can't even fly,
but that does not mean she can't rise
and give it a good try!