My soul aches, My heart cries;
When will, this pain die?
I watch and wait, for the morning sun;
When everything glows, and the children run.
Conflicts and confusion, trials and scares;
Broken dreams and promises, mistakes and failures.
Each day a struggle, for some air;
More cancer and death, that doesn’t seem fair/
Where is the wisdom? Where is my God?
It doesn’t make sense, in the gloomy fog.
I feel alone, though many are near;
Get me out, ignore the tears.
Just a little hope, or a little light;
help me see, a new sight.
Show me the praise, of a new day;
How to mend, what was frayed.
Show me the love, that I hear about;
Help me receive, the kindness of heart.
Help me hear, the wisdom up high;
To bring discernment, from the lies.
Bring me comfort, to ease the pain;
An inner peace, that forever reins.
I will open my eyes, and clear my ears;
Ready to see, ready to hear.
I will prepare my heart, and my mind;
to be ready, for a new time.
May the grace come, and fill me up;
forever hope, forever love.
Elissa 5/1/13
Chronic Pain Journals 