It has its cataclysmic highs
And soul shattering lows
A heart that ever races
A river that overflows
It leads us to heavenly places
And down to the depths too
It is one noisy chatterbox
Until it breaks in two
Why does a breaking heart
Make such less noise
It still silently stews
Bubbling yet dead
All at the same time
It is the saddest thing to watch
As it crumbles and sheds too
Tears of bitter pain
And nights of suffering too
Oh for love that is constant and true
Is this too much to eschew?
Amidst the sorry pitiful nights
There has to be a cloud too
A silver lining in the morning
With the Sun shining through
So ask not for a miracle
But the strength to be true
To see you through
Each day work out God's plan
And be the miracle you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you. Your poem meets the brokenness in silence and is comforting at the same time.