Mourning Another Death

As if my heart were not fragile
As if my soul could withstand
As if my mind were a fortess
As if my buttresses had no cracks
As if I could forever disdain
The effects of continuing pain
As if I could dig deeper, ever so deeper
Without bleeding myself dry
As if I could lose more to the needy
Without losing completely
The little I have now
The little that’s left of me
Now I must carry this too
The thought of a widow
Looking out her window
No longer hoping for hope
Just a statue passing the time
And the faces of two kids
Unawakened to the morning
When their mourning gives way
To the daily struggles and pain
Yet without preparation
Without a steady guide
Just one bucket after another
Of cold reality…

… But if You will let me rest
By the banks of still waters
And lead me to the safety
Of Your green pastures
I will find the strength I need,
And accept Your blood to bleed
To stain the thorny roses red
And water daffodils with tears

About the Author

David Bonifacio Husband, Father, CEO of Bridge, Managing Director of New Leaf Ventures. #DB

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  1. Anonymous says:

    I will find my rest in God alone.
    He is the One who gives me hope.

    Everything I hope for comes from him,
    so why not?
    He’s solid rock under my feet,
    breathing room for my soul,
    An impregnable castle:
    I’m set for life.

    – Ps 62.5-6

    God bless you, David, with His nearness and comfort…

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