Sorrow's Solace

Sorrow's Solace
Sorrow holds tight my hand,
not as a loathsome enemy,
but as a steadfast friend
who knows and understands
the despair of death’s valley.

Sorrow shows me the way.
She’s been here times before.
As she guides, she prays
for the end of my dark-filled days;
that my anguish may be no more.

My soul resonates with regrets
to which grief would gladly bind me.
Yet, Sorrow says my so-called debts
are more than met - they’re offset -
by the love linking my loved one and me.

Sorrow sings me songs
of heartache and of hope.
She tells me to God I belong,
surrender the suffering to be strong,
and allow Christ to help me cope.
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 I walk through the valley of the shadow of death. . .

I once thought of this shadow as being the seeker of my own death and, as in the 23rd psalm, I drew comfort from knowing whenever that day may be, God would walk beside me. Now, I understand the darkness of this valley can also be caused by the death of a loved one eclipsing our hearts, our minds and our spirits. . .

I am Sorrow.
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Father in heaven, It hurts to see the ones I love hurting and not be able to comfort them. All I can do is love them, pray for them and be there for them to lean upon. But You, Lord, You can send them true peace and comfort. I lift them up to You. Please, wrap my hurting loved ones in Your arms and ease their grief. ~ Amen