Saturday Lament - The Wait of Love
There is light that breaks through the
cracks created when the
weight of love the
wait of love
holds its place
in pain
when the last tear
is cried in the brokenness
of loss become unbearable but
which is still borne the
wait of love
holds its place
when light fades so
completely that night
seems all there ever was
and all the terrors triumph the
wait of love
holds its place
when the last shovel full
of the dirt of burial thuds
into the hole of remains
hope dead and buried the
wait of love
holds its place
when the cracks created by
the weight of love
begin to glow with the
promise of unimagined new the
wait of love
holds its place
love never fails
