There are some walking, with footsteps unheard
In the distance a softness, a rumbling from behind
Shuffling in silence beyond what is seen
Hearts have been broken, times have been lean.
Off in the background, far from the front
Back in the distance, they seem restrained.
These are the hearts, they- do not cry fail
Suffering they silence from times in life’s assail.
Can we love these hearts – full round found and brought forth
Bind them together with prayers in love’s girth.
Bring to the fore with mercy’s attend,
Lord, bear your love for, the ones at the end.
© 2019 Linda Willows
These things hast thou done, and I kept silence; thou thoughtest that I was altogether such an one as thyself: but I will reprove thee, and set them in order before thine eyes.
The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me; because the LORD hath anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound;