The Comforter
Standing back and watching
as people come and go.
I notice on their faces
stories that have not been told.
Deep within their hearts
are words they utter not
for fear that no one would understand
but criticize their travailing heart.
Pains from the past they carry
as if just happened yesterday.
They are blinded to their own Power - within,
or perhaps, they have not yet been made aware.
They carry the shame of mistakes they’ve made -
and cover it up with a mask that fits tight.
The dark thoughts of disparity run rampant
as they figure out some way to hide.
When their anger is turned inward
in deep depression they usually fall.
If their anger is turned outward
then others take the fall.
Humanity does struggle
to come to terms with life itself.
They somehow conjure up
that all is complex and thus, they fall into despair.
It is through their passions of tears,
of love and anger, desires and fears;
through the yearning of things not yet received-
that Light begins to penetrate and finally shines to heal.
In humility, I bow to you, my dearest God -
Comfort your people, bring peace of heart.
Oh, comfort those that feel desperately alone-
shedding tears of hidden pain unknown.
Comfort those that have gone astray;
Breathe upon them as You bring clarity along the way.
Comfort those that have fallen - have been bruised and scarred at best-
that they might find a Higher Way, a place of Peace and Rest.
Oh, comfort them, comfort them- my dearest God.
Your Grace is sufficient -
Your Strength is made perfect
in the weakness of men’s hearts.
No more blind leading the blind -
No more deaf ears that cannot hear.
No more eyes that have dimly seen
No more hearts that were only lead by fear.
In Your Grace and through Your Grace-
the moment has come for change.
Your Loving-Kindness is better then life
so comfort Your people, I pray!
~Viola M. Jaynes
