God hears
my keening soul-sorrow
my heavy-eyed distress
The gleam abandoned,
The sparkle quenched
In ever-present turmoil.
Preferring obscurity,
opened, asked instead,
Solitude, no, among others
God hears.
Weeping like the willow,
all season, season of anguish
unpleasant, raking, searing,
Hurt.
God hears.
The outpour of my soul,
the soaked garments of woe,
the cry, the rage, the impotence.
God hears.
Jesus Knows.
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