One evening about four years ago, while spending time with our granddaughter, I noticed she was very involved working on her tablet. I asked, “What are you doing, Sweetie?” She replied with her head lowered over the tablet, “Oh, just doing something for my Religion class at school.” Of course, that got me curious, “Really, like what?” She kind of mumbled, still intent on her composing, “Oh, just a poem.” Patiently waiting, my curiosity building, I replied, still not wanting to interrupt her, but having to know, “That sounds interesting!” After a while, with her head still lowered, she asked, “Would you like to read it when I’m through?” I instantly responded, “Yes, I sure do!”
After a time, she showed me a copy of her poem which I am going to share with you. It brought tears to both my husband and myself. When she saw my tears, she said, “Grandmama, I didn’t want you to cry!” I replied, wiping my eyes, “No, sweetheart, these are tears of love to my Lord. Thank you for letting me read it!” I later asked if I can share her poem with others. My precious fourteen-year-old graciously gave me permission. I hope it touches you as it does me and we all can learn to love Him more.
COMFORT IN THE SPIRIT
The rough scrape of torn flesh on wood
Iron’s sharp tooth biting through bone
The mocking voices of ignorance
a breath
a cry
the drip of blood
the fading breath of a soul leaving its body
the turning tides of time
dulling the presence of faith
then the sun embraces the earth in warmth
the stone falls away from the tomb
with a flash of light
life is restored once again
and with soft-spoken words and vicious scars revealed
belief is coaxed back into the tainted hearts of men
the Spirit then dwells in the unseen place of the soul
forever remaining
a constant presence
the waves of time then engulf the earth
belief and faith becomes a memory of the heart
corruption and pain reclaim the souls of men
the screams of angry parents
the tears of a little girl in her closet
the cries of a child for it to end
the feeling of being alone
the loss of hope
the need for peace
then, a soft warmth
the spirit appears in the midst of darkness
wiping away the little girl’s tears
chasing away the child’s fears
piecing together the shattered shards of hearts,
their precious souls
their innocence
restoring their tainted memories
seeing His children engulfed in pure light
He resides in the souls of mankind
He is there to comfort His children
forever present,
forever there,
the Spirit of comfort,
the Savior.
©️Amber …18 years old
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