“The Advocate”
Artist: Paige Payne, https://paigepaynecreations.com/ https://www.instagram.com/paigepayne_creations/
My pastor says
If we could hear the stories
Of what happened last night
In every house
Within
A two-mile radius from us, it would
Break
Our
Hearts.
My pastor’s breaking voice and
The tears of Jesus
Keep me from crumpling
At the chaos, wails, shards
In humanity,
In me.
In the garden of agony
He knew last night’s stories.
The olive press, gnarled trunks,
Cracked earthen paths gave
Witness to His writhing.
Bankers, bakers, henchmen,
Sharp-ribbed orphans,
Traffickers—all
Mewl, not knowing
They were made for a garden
Of scents, luscious, and
Colors, wondrous,
Brimming with golden shalom
Light years away.
I draw a circle on the map—
Its stories shatter me.
He holds the circle of the earth
And weeps.
The man above time,
Whose pulse beats justice,
Carries without despair
The weight of the world
And the tears of tykes
While
Grief,
Blood red,
Stabs him
Too.
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Wow. He’s carrying the weight of this broken world. And I don’t have to. While His sorrow is even deeper than ours, He doesn’t despair. Thank you for writing.
Thank you for this deep look into the heart of our Lord.
That was beautifully said from God’s heart to ours. Thank you for allowing yourself to be the vessel!
He “carries without despair the weight of the world”……..
This thought has resonated through my mind over and over the last few weeks. God knows something I don’t know. I can keep living in hope.
Yes! Living in hope is the best way to live!