by Morgan Brown

Swathed in a mantle of darkness
Drenched by the steady pulse of His tears
My lonely mind wanders
Writing and erasing and drawing and erasing and nothing
Is accomplished
The disquiet of my soul erupts
Whispering and screaming and crying and screaming and nothing
Is heard
His tears mingle with my own in startling disparity
I surrender to the authority that is not mine
And float down the river of sorrow
Intricate and overwhelming
Convoluted and devastating
I am not alone
My tears are the river and the river is His tears
Hours elapse
Days pass by
Months slip away
Years are left behind
Ending and beginning and commencing and terminating
Sorrow weeps inconsistency
Our precious minds unite to grapple sorrow into submission
Acceding to resiliency and altering our perspective
Is imperative
Writing and dreaming and drawing and believing
My mind is no longer lonely