Wednesday, December 12, 2012

When You Weigh Too Much

I don't know why God made me thus.

Deep following deep.

I only know how it hurts.

When I am too much.

When all that I feel is too much.

And I see their faces close down.

Their arms coming out to hold me...

At A Distance.

"Keep your sorrow."

"Keep your suffering."

So I try to pack it all up.

Hold it in.


But I'm leaking everywhere now.


Not enough fingers to plug all the holes.

And all I know is that...

I weigh too much.

And He.

My Jesus.

The Man acquainted with sorrow.

Is the only strong Man.

Strong enough for me,


1 comment:

  1. This is so raw and beautiful, Bernadette. Thank you so, so much for sharing this. Such truth!