Faith in the Recess
A hollow heart, A cavern where only silence lives, Light falters, and suffering swells into shadows. Beneath, the soul bends under an unforgiving, unbearable weight. Ashes of fallen words, Crumbling in the air, Each syllable a shard of shattered solace, Each breath a grasp against the grip of grief. In midnight’s marrow, Sorrow congealed from time, A singing stillness, no ebb in this ache. Wounded memories slit open with the rising sun, The bitterness of truth bleeding irretrievable loss. Can this pain be healed? A psalm for this angst? A dirge in the language of laments Sung by the soul, Harrowed hope in a hymn That nearly breaks the silence. Yet, a flicker of faith braces in the deep recess, A hint in the heaviness, a whisper of spirit unseen. Love, like a trick, lifts from the mire, Rebels, brittle but bold, against the blackening sky. The shadows potentate in the heart of suffering, A light concealed lies there, a pneuma of dawn, Where sorrow and beauty interlace, Where grief and grace are one.