I don't want the unending pain, and the eerie doomed feeling, and especially not to be a kind of muttering zombie when Barb gets home, incapable of any kind of meaningful conversation.
But there may be a kind of grace in this, that I do go on, and that the heart doesn't get the last word.
Don't want to be here, in this place,
but what I mean by this?
Do I abjure this harrowing grace
and demand, instead, bright bliss?
Upon this road I've learned by trial
and applied learning through ordeal.
My body breaks with every mile
that doth my mean soul heal.
Life is taken, cast away,
and still the heart goes on
through tomorrow's yesterday,
and to the sunset's dawn.
Perhaps the road to God's pure light
is rocky, and needs be trod by night.
And, since we're talking about hearts...well, for music, why not...
Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.
Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.
Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.