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)
Dedicated to all who mourn this day, and praying that their hope will be renewed.
Debbie Teel said,
September 16, 2017 at 6:34 pm
Beautiful
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Teresa Roberts Johnson said,
September 16, 2017 at 6:36 pm
Thank you!
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Fr. Stephen Stults said,
September 13, 2017 at 11:13 am
Lovely and poignant….
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Teresa Roberts Johnson said,
September 16, 2017 at 6:36 pm
Thank you!
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Marjorie Fowler said,
September 12, 2017 at 3:26 pm
Beautiful, Teresa. Thank you for sharing this intimate portrait of grief and love. Marjorie Fowler
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Teresa Roberts Johnson said,
September 16, 2017 at 6:36 pm
Thank you!
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Curtis Crenshaw said,
September 12, 2017 at 1:13 pm
Amen! Well written. Curtis
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Teresa Roberts Johnson said,
September 16, 2017 at 6:36 pm
Thank you!
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