Pain

A single cold tear courses
Leaving lonely streaks across the freckled cheek
Til rounding the bend it falls
A small puddle in the African mud

Death is hard
Like the earth beneath me
As I stare into the matoke plantation
The mud and sticks in my back make a wall
Though its occupant fowl long ago
Deserted their coop for death seeminly easier

My heart hurts
The pain squeezing out in little droplets
To join their brother
Spreading red lakes

A great friend is gone
Laughter missed
A vacant room, an empty chair
My reason for visiting every day

There are no hugs for my ache
But the cold embrace of darkness
No comforter
But a diseased dog near my feet

Yet somehow its like the cat
Near the tombs
Aslan in comforter form
And I feel the warm arms of my Savior
Wrap me in His embrace
Hold me close to His heart
Drying those futile tears
Assuring me that He holds them
As He holds me.

I'z okay.