A Father's Balm For Those Who Suffer feb 2011 by Cathryn

A Father's Balm For Those who Suffer


(in Roy's memory)



The bleak becomes beautiful

though ponderous the pain

when the wounded walk

in all their sorrow; in all their faith.



Some may call their wavering

full of doubt and unbelief

but those who draw near

will see Jacob weeping,

“I will not let you go, I will not let you go...”



We are all the wounded yet walking

as our Savior who bore the taunts

of demons and man.

Caught in a world in tension

Held by the Father of every

second,

We rest, we crawl, we are weak

beyond our understanding.



Yes, we are weak

and He is strong.

His balm to soothe our sores.

Though understanding will present

itself in the not yet,

Peace comes now and then

Faith ripples through our tears

and the brilliance of hope guides our path.



It is a messy road

this valley in shadows;

at times so dark it blinds.

Walk with the wounded

as your heart beats with theirs

the Heart that created every joy and sorrow

will comfort and caress.



for Ron, Tina, Anna, Nick

Robin, Carolyn, Jonathon, Stevie, Lucy

Noah and those who love him

the many Millers

Carolyn and her two bothers

Diane who saw Christmas wedded with grief

when a child went home

the priests who walk beside...

and my loved ones along the path.