"I am the resurrection,and the life:
he that believeth in me,though he were dead,
yet shall he live: and whosoever liveth and
believeth in me shall never die."

JOHN11:25


PIETA by MICHELANGELO






HOLES
Last night my sadness woke me up,
The world was sleeping,
So I turned to the Lord for conversation.
I feel like I'm getting my life together,
Lord, Except for these holes.
The losses I have had
have left these holes in me,
And now my life keeps seeping out the holes.
I've tried filling the holes
with all kinds of things:
Busyness, food, sympathy from others,
But nothing works.
I still have these holes.
And the grief from memories past
enveloped me again.
And I sat rocking myself, holding myself,
Trying to give comfort to my pain.
Wanting to gain understanding.
This pain sure hurts, Lord.
And then as early morning came,
I heard Him softly call my name.
With nail-scared hands out stretched to me,
He said so very tenderly,
"I have holes too."
And then I knew,
He understood as no one could!

I am most proud to have the author of this beautiful poem not only a dear friend but a person that is truly special and an asset to this world. May she keep on writing memorable pieces, such as this, forever.
written by ~ Carol C.






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