I Am Here
And who comforts you?
Who reaches to grasp your hand,
I wonder, when your tears appear
Rife as rain, falling
From the tortured sky
Into which we blindly gaze
With prayerful pleas.
What more can you offer,
What signs strategically placed
Along the paths we travel
Can make us even begin
To understand the wind
Is your gasp of pain,
Your heart-rending cry,
The thunder its distant echo.
When the rocks we aim
At each other strike your heart,
When the pain becomes unbearable,
Who comforts you, my Lord,
Who comforts you?
(c) Monica Ellen Smith
(Inspired by Mel Gibson's "The Passion of the Christ")
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