James Tipp

Rookie - 408 Points (20-06-1945 / East London)

Parents Of Faith Who Live With Pain - Poem by James Tipp

Together in the darkness we struggle
We the messengers of light, and love.
We struggle with the pain
Of the one we love, cherish,
One who is part of our very selves
For whom we can do nothing,
But be there.
We are drained by who we are,
Who others want us to be,
Unreal expectations.
We cry to the one who sent us, called us
Our voices echoing in the darkness
Muffled as the echo dies
Till only we are left,
Standing in the darkness,
Looking for that glimmer.
Listening for that still voice,
Of hope, of understanding
Is this how the cross felt?
Bleak, empty, exposed, painful.
Is this how the tomb was?
No space to hear the echo?
We long for the daylight
We cling to the promise
Of resurrection, restoration, renewal
For here alone lies hope, our futures.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 15, 2009



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