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Be Close To The Broken-Hearted

be close to the broken-hearted

somehow make suffering turn this evil against itself so that a greater life rises from

the dark

god, somehow


cried the little one, her eyes asleep and still, so very alive

she clung to the lamb

wrapped her arms around its chest and cried

the dark outside fought the broken within;

it shoved the light from under the

rim of blue and tears

salt and



time and lungs and thought breathed in

the lion


the lamb


and the ocean awoke, and the waves lifted themselves to the sky

white and wild,

and life with its youth & knowledge nuzzled up against the little one whose nightmare was true

and reassured her,

hope was


Ann Voskamp: How Jesus Died & Why It's Everything To Every Broken Heart:


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