Oh Holy Heartache,
What moves this blackness through me like a moonless night? I cannot rest. These cries within me groan from the very marrow of my bone and scrape the bottom of the earth – do you not know me?
Oh Holy Heartache,
Give me the courage to keep bleeding – this wound tires me so. Empty me till this threshold bursts through the fire. Release me, for I cannot surrender to this wilderness though I try.
Mind pulls from every corner, words to remember and to breathe on. Memory comes to carry me to where you have been in my days, long nights and timeless tomorrows.
Your Mightiness, oh God, sent the lightning and struck the hope. Surely, there is mercy in this holy heartache. There is beauty even within this darkness as you are the steadfast God of my heart.
Oh, Donna! Printing this!