Grief

You are there in the midst, not to solve
A quiet flickering in the turmoil, pain
Not to grant every wish, not to wipe away
Every tear, presence beneath, sometimes
Lost, alone, allowing You into the core 
The hardest places, tears in floods wash 
Away the hardest, roughest spots, like
Loose pebbles they were not the rocks
Of belief, or knowing, yet stripped away
All uncharted terrain, except for the signs
Somehow, You were in the fray and left
Your mark on my heart, I am not alone