A Mother's Pain
By Nancy Link
Oh the searching of my soul
it's more than words have ever told.
I reach and stretch and pull and cry
trying to reach my God on high.
If God knows all
where can he be?
Surely he must look down and see.
a Girl of brokenness and numb
from all the prayers going to and from.
Oh the searching of my soul
it's more than words have ever told.
“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there.”
Jalal ad-Din Rumi
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