There are aches of the heart so deep
that words cannot touch them.
They lie in the darkness,
growing beyond the confines
we think we have erected.
We turn away and face inward,
shriveling in the hurt and anguish.
Loving hands are brushed aside,
comforting words ignored.
And even there You find us,
Your cross a reminder
that aches this deep are known to You,
felt in Your every wound.
Slowly, gently, if we allow,
You lift us from the pain and darkness,
bringing us into Your light
until the ache is a quiet memory
and the heart again beats with joy and hope.
