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

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David Bonifacio

David Bonifacio Husband, Father, CEO of Bridge. #DB

One thought on “Mourning Another Death”

  1. 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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