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WHAT I WANTED
I wanted Him
to still the storm
calm the tempest
part my sea.
I wanted Him
to mend my fractures
salve my wounds
end the pain.
I wanted Him
to sharpen sword
eviscerate all enemies
oversee their quick retreat.
He didn't.
Instead
He came, soft as night
extended nail-pierced hands
clasped me to His breast
with an eternal grip.
Shared my grief
shouldered my pain
cried my tears
mingled my blood with His.
Until at last I understood
my suffering is not my own
for I never bleed Alone.
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2002 by Kristine Lowder
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