Saturday Lament

 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