Diary Entry 87


A child sits alone

on a broken porch;

teary eyes comfort

what pain has scorched.

Screams do pierce

the splintered door;

echoing a story

of what now clings to her.

I am here among

those deep paved cracks;

I am here when

the odds against you

feel stacked.

Beside you I’ll forever be,

a shadow in life’s open sea,

a light to guide you,

a bending knee.

Rays of light now

gaze beneath darkened clouds,

and she quietly prays

words long meant for aloud.

Stains of sin linger,

yet waters run clean;

that old broken porch

now buried with him.

I am here among

those deep paved cracks;

I am here when

the odds against you

feel stacked.

Beside you I’ll forever be,

a shadow in life’s open sea,

a light to guide you,

a bending knee.

She walks alone,

free to raise her head;

looking upward, she stops

noticing the rays He spread.

Touched by golden fingers,

she begins to hear;

words deemed forgotten,

heal a soul once seared.

I have been among

those deep paved cracks;

I have fought when

the odds against you

were stacked.

Beside you is where I’ll forever be,

your shadow in life’s open sea,

your light to guide,

your bending knee.

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