He slings his sorrow at the feet of the Lord;
Depleted, shimmying under clouds of darkness.
He has given to all, sacrificed his needs.
And now there is nothing left.
“Give up; you are not enough.”
Demons crawl out of the shadows.
He’s kept them at bay for long enough.
Where is God?
“Carest not that I suffer?”
The wind, the storm, God traversed beside them,
And yet his apostles doubted his power.
And as he kneels at the altar of the Lord,
God lifts him, carries him, and atones for him.
For as he suffers, so does the Lord.
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Carest Not That I Suffer
by Stephanie Daich
