It’s just this morning…
Some unknown trigger has set me off.
So I’m shaving by numbers in the unlit bathroom
and sobbing in the shower.
In a little while I’ll be all mature and practical again,
but just now I need to cry.
Like that child in the playground
who’s forgotten the original upset,
yet still wails,
I just want to be held and comforted.
I’m a small child needing some looking after
but that’s ok, isn’t it, Lord? Father?
Isn’t that what the Book says?
That it’s more than ok, necessary even,
to come as little children, seeking consolation,
Someone to rub the pain away and assure us
Everything will be alright.
Be my Someone today Lord!
I come in weakness -
Shelter me in Your forgiving arms.
Be the strength I need.
Dry these red eyes and help me face again
This painful world
With the courage of Your love.