I confess, Lord, that I don’t always catch the proper meaning of your Word. You never miss the true meaning of my words. For that, I’m grateful.
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There is not much I can say
to God, or anyone,
about this awful path, the way
that I have come undone.
The people who are closest here
smile and nod and shrug.
Sometimes I see a furtive tear,
or they offer me a hug.
But this is not the meaning,
and life’s last message’s lost.
There has come a gleaning,
at a terrible cost.
I wish they had the ears to listen
to stars as they forbear to glisten.
You, Andrew, have a way with words. And I get your words. I think. At least some of the time. Thank you.