My Dear Heartbroken One: A poem

My dear heartbroken one

Wherever you lay tonight

In whose arms you are, or alone

Under what skies, or on what precipice;

The wind has brought to my ear

The faint breath of your hurt,

The rising and falling of your indecision

Your longing for wholeness and resolution.

I feel your pulse in my pulse

Your energy in my palms;

Your mourning song sits on my windowsill,

Tempting me to sing along

The words I know by heart

So afraid to be alone

So pained to be rejected

So wounded to have your best intentions spurned

So powerless

So tired

You can't forgive someone else

Or you can't forgive yourself

Despite your effort, the world has put you on the shelf

As if God has remembered all, but you.

I have no real words of wisdom to disclose

Except that the solution to despair is never more despair

And that the moment we stop fearing the problem

The answer comes.