Can others be with me in silence
offering only a listening
the deep cry from within that can’t form words,
the inability to be who I am,
to move forward with hopes and dreams;
how long must I be a weakened one,
wounded and inadequate?
My God, you do hear, know, and feel my cry.
May others be so strengthened
to hear, know, and feel.
Give friends ability to gently rock with me,
offer only a
as I abide in the cradle of your palm.
May we whisper soft songs of your love
to the melody of whistling wind and song of bird…
until the Sonrise.
M. Joyce Athey
Good Friday, April 2, 2010
to my painting: In the Cradle of My Palm
see my website Galleries)