I come to Him, carrying memories embedded in my splintered flesh. I pray to Him to help me take the sting out of my wounds, and push away the shards of solitude. I cry out to Him for hours, but no reply is forthcoming.
alone
in the dark
I hang
on the cross within me
finished …
alone
in the dark
I hang
on the cross within me
finished …
July, 2009 issue of Word Catalyst
