Structured to withstand the blows of heartache.
Although we tremble within with emotion...
There is a healing taking place.
It may not show on our faces!
Or flow from shut tight lips,
Concealing teeth gritting.
We moan.
It is felt.
Sometimes unshown.
And unknown to those who know us.
The pain alone we bear!
Unable to share a bit of it.
But God knows what it is that we go through.
And it is God that knows what we must do!
And that comes to pass...
If we just ask.
If we just ask...
That which seems to leave us to grieve,
To go.
Will!
If we just ask God to make it so!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem