The Exchange

A carved rugged cave whose walls ae red and purple. Light enters it from above, The cave represents the carved heart of Jesus
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Lord, save me. Gripping sorrow
Blinds me. I stumble pathless, lost,
Bewildered, buffeted, storm-tossed.
Mother Mary, carve some hollow for
My aching heart, so I can see.

Wrung, remorseful, aching,
Blame eats my bones--where find you, Lord,
Within this deep’ning wound?
Mother Mary, carve some hollow for
My aching heart, so I can heal.

I lie upon a knife of my own making,
Etched by accusation.
My only hope your cross.
Mother Mary, carve some hollow for
My aching heart, so I can trust.

Carve the hollow where I hide
within His Heart.
He heals us by his wounds.
Mother Mary, Be my companion
In the dark, until the dead arise
And empty be the tomb.

One thought on “The Exchange

  • So beautiful and raw. I love this poem. You are a wonderful writer, songstress, and person. I’m blessed to know you. Thank you for sharing yourself with the world.

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