Joy in the Mourning

September 12, 2017

Joy in the Mourning

Sometimes my prayers become a cloak.
I clutch them close around my heart
So that the rain of tears won’t soak
The landscape where you worked your art.
And then at times they are a shield
Defending me from all who scorn
A love that cannot be concealed,
A soul that cannot help but mourn.
They are a helmet large and strong
To keep my memories in line.
For I must live where I belong,
Pursuing duties that are mine.
Through prayer I seek the loving face
Of God, the blessed Trinity,
Who through great loss has offered grace
To mourners, and has set us free.

Copyright © 2017 by Teresa Roberts Johnson (All rights reserved)

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Dedicated to all who mourn this day, and praying that their hope will be renewed.

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