As we weep

A Poem By Brianna // 9/6/2011

These trees stand,
casting about in their solemn silence, whispering 
of the deepest secrets of man, bearing 
their hearts on the heaving winds, that cut cold
through these hallowed grounds.
And the tears of heaven wash 
the wounds from our broken hands, as we 
raise them up to praise, in the 
sorrow that we endure, heavily
on these shoulders that carry this, 
our burden; breaking image of life. 
We hope only, because we are somehow sustained, by
this love, which is so much the source of
our pain. Sweet Savior, we pray that you
help us, now, as we weep in our 
unbelief.

Comments

Enough said.

 Thank you for this beautiful piece... and welcome back after so long.

Anna | Wed, 09/07/2011

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

You posted!

I was so excited when I saw that you posted that I could barely get the words out!

The first lines about trees I thought wre awesome (as I love trees a lot) I just love the whole the poem, it is very beautiful Briannna.

Bernadette | Wed, 09/07/2011

 it pretty much just sums up

 it pretty much just sums up my life. thank you for this poem. it was truly the most intensely beautiful peice i've ever read.....

Mairead | Wed, 09/07/2011

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"Sweet is the love that never knew a wound, but deeper that which died and rose again." - Mother Mary Francis

Wow!

That was awesome Bri.  I liked everything about it...:D

Joseph | Tue, 09/13/2011

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