During this same time frame, the mother of one of my closest friends passed away unexpectedly. I found myself grieving for the loss of this great woman, sharing my dear friend's sorrow as she copes with this difficult time.
I have always found that writing things out helps me deal with painful emotions. So early one morning this past week, I composed the following poem, capturing what I may not be able to share any other way:
Mosaic
The mosaic of my soul
lies tattered
Pieces of my heart
have chipped away
With each loss inner
tiles drift loose
Glue dissolving on
pain-filled days.
How hard to be strong
for others
When inner tiles slip
from my reach
Most don’t comprehend
this sorrow—
Save One who tried to
teach.
He, alone, understands
the heartache;
Counts every teardrop
shed--
He paid for the pain
I suffer
In unspoken agony He
bled.
One by one, we all
visit that Garden
Suffering invites us
to softly kneel
To place our hand within
His own
As He pays the price
to heal.
Only then do we
discern Eternal Love
Perceive the final
cost;
Rising slowly to our
feet
We know that all is
not lost.
The strength to
continue is granted
Inner glue renewed by
humble desire
Refined we forge anew
Tiles sealed by the
white hot fire.
The picture of our
lives is not complete
Without tiles
fashioned in hottest flame
And someday when all
is restored—
We’ll be called by
His sacred name.
Until then we press
onward
Slipping our hand
inside His own
Knowing we were never
meant
To walk through
infernos alone.
Cheri J. Crane
July 16, 2013
