So I wept, I felt You left me lone.
I thought when I needed sunlight,
You sent clouds.
And when I experienced longing
You lent me to a lonely island.
I thought it was You that stole my smile,
and You who gave me tears.
Then You whispered:
“It is I who gave you tears, for when each one falls
so do a dozen angels,
to comfort the fragility of your thriving soul.”
And You reminded me…
that behind every cloud lies the sun,
and when longing stole my breath,
the island You delivered me to was Your secret paradise called Revelation.
“A place where you and I would always meet”.
I understand Sweet Creator.
But the broken heart?
There is no greater pain, no greater sorrow.
“My dear, sweet, innocent child,
take my hand.
Come closer.
You see?
It is not broken.
No,
It is not broken.
It is simply more open.”
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