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A Heart To Hold It All {Poem}



Not a day

goes by now


when I am not

brought to my knees,

buckled and broken

wide open


by the grief

and glory

of this world.


This morning,

I watched

a mountain

parting clouds

like Moses

split the sea.


Later,

the news tells me

the end is near.

Every headline

is heartbreak.

Every neighbor

shuts their door.


At night,

the sky

is a sea of candles,

each burning wick

a world

I’ll never see.


If I said a prayer

for every star I saw,

would it be enough

for God to finally

listen?


Never have I

felt so small.


Never have I

felt a part

of something

so large.


Give me a heart

to hold it all:


the fear

that would

break us,


the love

that will

save us,


the gift

within

the pain


and

the pain

within

the gift.


Give me

hands

to hold

us all


through

the grief

and glory

of this world.

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