Sometimes
the black ol’ world
get’s a little blacker
and this broken down heart
hurts more than it should
sometimes
the pain of God seems stronger
like a light has gone out somewhere
and the bent end of eden
feels sharper then before
sometimes
my throat closes up
and my eyes fill
while my chest pulls tight
with the heaviness of
the trainwreck coming down the track
sometimes
i feel the sense of a billion voices
crying to heaven in the echoing dark
the weight of their pleas pressing down
on eternal shoulders shaking with His
weeping, weeping, weeping
sometimes
it would be easier to let the cold
the numbing loss of love
come take this jagged thorn away
while I become ice and frost and winter
sometimes
but…then…there is grace
the ever-present
the all-sufficient
the never-ending
that says to my soul
sing your hurt and wail for the injustice
feel every terrible wound
and know
it is better then the white death of indifferance
but – sometimes there is the deep beating ache
sometimes…
Harnessing Chaos 
Sometimes….Great poem!j
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