For the faint of heart
A poem fell into my inbox this morning, and, while the thought was nice, the structure was flat. So I took the general idea, turned it on its side a bit, and did a completely new piece. I’ll probably send it to my UPLift list. May it bless someone today.
by J. Randal Matheny
Heavy troubles long oppress,
They dampen cheeks in darkened day,
The anguished soul in mourning dress,
Throws ashes on the hardened clay.
He clamors for the Lord to hear,
But silence in the heavens holds;
He’d part the darkness, upward peer,
While underfoot a flower unfolds.