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