Hope for the hurting

Found in my tears – they offer no consolation

Wiping tears, crying tears, flooding and staining my shirt

They keep coming knowing no end

Though weeping may last

You offer grace and a heart that is never closed to us

You wipe and keep our tears to everlasting

We offer listening ears and two shoulders

You bore on your shoulders the weight of our sin

You took up your cross and showed us compassion

Let us look at others with the same compassion

And show them You.

Original Free style poetry – KCampbell, 6.14.12