Suffer This Spirit
I touch; I feel: and this my hand bleeds.
So suffer now this spirit to be moved.
Whilst desperate hearts silently grieve.
I listen; I hear and their lamentations make me cry.
So suffer once again this spirit to be moved.
As all God’s children continue to die.
I look; I see and it’s more than this heart can take.
So suffer this spirit one last time; suffer it now to be moved.
For I have felt; I have heard and now I have seen…
J. Allen Wilson © 2/2008
WEll said J. Allen
Reminds of stopping by each station of the Cross
to pray!
Very intense and beautifully said!
Write On!
Warmest Blessings and Bright Light, Warrior Lady Sheooxoo
STay Positive!
God bless you. Kathy
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
Poets do cry; so do storytellers; and God DOES hear our cries! He is always with us, even in times of unimaginable sadness or grief!
Powerfully penned wonderment - God sees, and cries - and so do poets, those with a soul. Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.