It would have been easier
If I could at least shed a tear
It would have been easier
If I could give voice to a prayer
But the cares of this life have so choked my heart,
The evils of this world have so rent my spirit.
It felt like I could never extricate
Myself out of this soul-saddened state.
And when I finally saw light,
I knew it was not intellectual light.
It was a ray of hope
Born of your patience and persistence to coax
Me out of the broken and confused state.
It was you who gave from your heart
To whisper that prayer on my behalf.
"... my soul refused to be comforted ... I am so troubled that I cannot speak." Psalm 77:2,4
The poem is reproduced from the author's 2002 Diary for Today's Men and Women: Reflections of Life".
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