And in my eyes the tears remain.
Those who do not know, see that which floats on its surface.
Those who do not know place judgement, carrying unholylike ways.
It is a tyrant, a thief in the night. He who keeps me awake, she who judges this heart of mine. Both who have not seen the dreary dam which houses pain and regret…where the depths are endless.
This heart of mine…
Lessons learned…
Memories, they burn…
One who speaks so much of the truth, and holds this in regards to life, but who does not remember.
I may be worldly at times, but it is for God’s ways I am kept on check. To stray at times to help me find my way back.
The lessons of patience, endurance, and love do not come without a price.
My heart grows weary. Trusting that one day the tears will stop, and that I may flee from judgement and torment. It is not I taking advantage.
It is I who weep.
Psalm 30:5
“For his anger is but for a moment, and his favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning.”
Praying for peace. The pitter-patter sounds, the sounds of my heart are off beat.
