Sunday, March 19, 2017

day 78

But as for me, when they
         were sick,
   I wore sackcloth;
   I afflicted myself with
I prayed with head bowed
         on my bosom,
    as though I grieved for a
         friend or a brother;
I went about as one who
         laments for a mother,
   bowed down and in
         mourning.   Psalm 35:13-14

we could
   care for the
         the sick,
      the broken, by
staying by their sides,
      cradling their tears,
   mending their hearts,
but it is usually
to shed crocodile
      tears and
offer pious platitudes.

(c) 2017 Thom M. Shuman

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