Wednesday, January 04, 2017

Walk Me Through This Darkness, O Lord

Walk me through
this darkness O Lord,
I do not know
where You are taking me
but my faith tells me
I must follow and
I must be with You.

Walk me through
this darkness O Lord,
because I feel afraid
and I need the help
of something
bigger
and stronger
and wiser
who knows the ending
of the story.

Walk me through
this darkness, O Lord,
and guide me to where
there is light,
guide me to where
I can give her
some answers.

O Lord,
there's so much that
we do not understand,
like why you put
this malignant worm
inside of her brain,
inside of her soul,
and yes, I know
why
is a fool's question,
but I must ask.

Walk me through
this Darkness, O Lord
because I want to say
you owe me at least that
because I can't think of where
this Darkness came from
and it's so fucking huge
that no doctors in my HMO
can fix it.

Walk me through
this darkness, O Lord
and please forgive my anger.
Please forgive my questions.
Please forgive my doubtful heart. Please heal my daughter.

4 comments:

  1. Crying;
    You know we share that worm.

    Love you, sweetie.

    P.S. She needs a new lava lamp, Daddy. Lots of new stuff for her room, I think. Bed stuff, decorations, wall art. I know it sounds dumb, in light of things. But my owl wall art and little throw pillow that says "To thine own self be nice" are comforting to me when I fall down the well.

    I also have a security blanket that I hold and carry around the house, threading it around my fingers in a certain way. It's a Star Wars sheet I had as a child. ... She needs comfort items. What color is her room? You should repaint it together. In this house, I got to pick all the paint colors, for therapy. It lps. This Peacock Blue works best for me.

    You know I'm only saying these things because I know some of what she feels.

    One of those bubble machines for her room. A sound machine. Wrap squished up wrinkled foil around her fan blades. Glow in the dark stars on the ceiling. Apple scented candles. These things lessen the intensity of the pain.

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  2. Oh, Mosk, I am so sorry you all are going through this pain. I most sincere prayer-poem here--and I pray, too, He walks you through.

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  3. How can I help? Please email me:

    el.crawford@yahoo.com

    Elizabeth

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  4. sorry you are hurting. sorry she is hurting. sorry you have to be the strong one.

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