words tumble out like tears. urged on by pain.
it eases the ache some to write. i can let some of it go that way
ease the pressure against my ribs.
someday i'll never weep again. i'll laugh always because i'll be with my Savior
'til then I wait
my heart the broken, scarred palace of the Creator.
i wait and write and trust the rest of the pages
to the Person who knows every line of my life-book.