We received this poem from Ronda who writes, “Bless you & all your precious people. The website is a gift! I wanted to share one of my poems which speaks to what your ministry does. Rest Ministries is the healing whole light referred to in my poem. Ronda Feuerstack in Montana.”
When in my soul bone rasps on bone the hollow ache of loss
The muffled desperation nails my spirit to the cross.
Cries swell imprisoned in my throat, the strength’s not there to scream.
I clamber nightmare days in hopeless hunger for a dream
And in the many ways I walk down low to reach the bottom stair
I hear His still small voice repeat, “Dear Child, I have heard your prayer.
Then His tiniest, but mightiest angels take the strands of what’s not there
And weave a living miracle in the mist of mourning prayer
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