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
God
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
water
~
time and lungs and thought breathed in
the lion
there,
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
too.
Ann Voskamp: How Jesus Died & Why It's Everything To Every Broken Heart:
http://annvoskamp.com/2018/03/how-jesus-died-why-its-everything-to-every-broken-heart/