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What if the Lord has answered me,
Given the message to set me free,
And I am too busy pleading to hear it?
Maybe I need to learn how to be quiet.

Prayers, not only for personal forgiveness,
But also for those who bear false witness,
Those who have helped me in my time of need,
The ones who’ll be there, fail or succeed.

Words shouted then whispered up to God,
Whose silent, but gentle answer seems odd
Compared to the man who struggles now,
Who talks and talks with a knitted brow.

If I sit still, and in silence at that moment
Will He release me or find more torment?
It is something that I must finally know.
Truly, does she want me — or shall I go?

Clear the head, the heart, and the soul
During the long hour drive in.
Rinse away the palate that is full,
Ask for forgiveness for daily sins.

Wandering mind and busy eye,
Focus is lost on the desert scene.
Where does the emotional self-fly,
Logic lost, what does it mean?

Parts fragmented in private conversation,
Talking to God and others is not there.
Anger arises as does desired retaliation,
The only place the heart can freely share.

Clear the head, the heart, and the soul
Of all that is filled with reviled hate.
Add colors to the palate till it is full
To start the day refreshed, so great!

There are no dreams as he sleeps.
The mind is like a slate, left blank.
Only eyes that burn as he weeps
Leaving pillow, cheek, wet, dank.

Where does the pain enter from?
Plug the hole, and fill the leak.
The emotional toll, final sum,
Leaving him tired, spent, and weak.

Push on! Act happy! All smiles!
Fake it till you make it, so it goes.
Anger, resentment, pain in piles,
Overwhelmed feelings only he knows.

Why can’t he be the real person he needs?
Able to churn like a flooded arroyo.
Hidden feelings like new-planted seeds,
Wait to erupt like an active volcano.

Metaphors roll from his head.
Easy sayings, easily read.
There does not seem to be a good reason
For dark moods in the sunny season.
His heart, it does not break gently,
As wind and dust blow wildly.
All knowledge tossed for emotion,
Looking for some sweet magic potion.
There are no easy answers here.
Laughter, happiness, and love are replaced by fear,
All balled up into a single lonely being,
Refusing the One whose all-seeing.
He drops hard to his knees for prayer
Listening for answers that must be there.
Phone rings, a friend he was thinking of;
Suddenly he realizes this is God’s love.

Worthless and small is how he felt,
Spent and useless like a broken belt.
The pain from within masked over,
Broken with the loss of his lover.

She has crossed a bridge he cannot,
Looking for something, an answer sought.
Still, he waits at the gate of the narrow path,
Struggling sadly with the terrible weight.

Not even a whisper passes to his ear,
She does not love him, his greatest fear.
The sun sets then rises again,
Still not a word from his friend.

The hour draws near and it gets late,
Yet he will stand and endure the wait.
Maybe she will not come back, never return.
It is a fate he simply must learn.

Laid awake last night in bed
With tempest storming in his head.
Voices cried out with wild fear,
Desperate for that someone to hear.

Forgive came a cry from in the night.
Forgive came that cry, it caused a fright.
Non-sleeper rose up and looked about.
The voice was from in, not from out.

He lay there, trembling at the thought
Was this the answer that he’d sought?
“First yourself,” whispered the tiny voice,
“in this matter, you have no choice.”

Crying out, he said, “Lord, please forgive!”
That’s why He died and how He lived.
A peaceful slumber came to him then
He found the Lord, he found his friend.

Where has my God gone?
I am alone and forsaken!
Praying for death before the dawn
Disappointed when the sun is awakened.

Where are my God’s eyes?
Can’t he see my pain and help me?
Wind, lift my words to the skies.
Still, He refuses to stop, to see.

Where are my God’s hands?
They fail to lift me from despair.
Living without love and no plans.
The days pass and He does not care.

Where is my God’s voice?
Stronger than the sound of the wind?
Empty now, without a choice
Great must be my mortal sins.

Someway, somehow, somewhere, I got lost
There is no telling if I can ever get back
It may remain a mystery at an unimaginable cost
With no support, it is hope that I do lack.

Move forward with life, it’s said,
But move forward to what or where?
From sleeping double in our marriage bed
To camper trailer with little room to spare.

With my wife, I could have lived anyplace.
However, our home is no more by her choice.
It is for me, no more than a storage place
Bitter parting, separation with no voice.

Standing undecided, the crossroads of my life
Do I turn, believe all that I have known,
My happiness, my faith, and my absent wife
A question that leaves me as cold as stone.

She says she loves him,
A future bright, gone dim.
Now she can’t live with him.
Lost lovers at another’s whim.

Is it his fault or was it hers?
The division line now blurs
Two restless hearts stir
As one, while breaking occurs.

No one can be blamed, no one should,
Yet he’d shoulder the burden if he could
Just to have her back if she would
Take him, he wants that understood.

She can’t live with him at all.
Lost lovers take the final fall,
Things are never the same, clear as crystal
When there’s no communication at all.

He walks silently from room to room,
Knocking about with nowhere to go.
She doesn’t love him, he can only assume.
No longer speaking, he can’t really know.

Stocked by ghosts of the past, future on hold,
Hunting the possible what-might-have-been,
His shadow falls flat on the floor, cold,
Chilled by the spirit of his latest sin.

Quiet time brings emotional meditation —
Tumbling, spilling outward, uncontrolled,
Without a meaningful line of direction.
Nothing in life to which to cling or hold.

These things must be preordained.
Recorded in the great book, the one of all time.
Mind-breaking and soul-numbing pain.
Loss of love, the meaning too sublime.