and how this
chapter ends
I watched as the
pen seemed to
weigh heavy in
Your hand and
the words
struggled to be written
Other words fell
like laughter
from your lips
as they shaped an empty void
I, the Living
Word
with overflowing
joy
sculpted mountains
and carved out seas
This day, this
last line is upon me
The ink smears
as tears fall
Final words will
tear my skin and unhinge my bones and
place sorrow on
my shoulders
A felon’s death
I can bear
But Your
silence?
How can I endure
that?
(Psalm 139:16;
Isaiah 53:5; Mark 16:34)
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