Charles L. Weatherford


A heart crying out in pain
sings songs of old loves’ refrain,
torn between suffering and hope,
searching for new ways to cope.

Hear me, O child divine!
You are ever in my mind.
The pain that you feel, I bring,
knowing you are sacrificing.

Through these pains you grow and learn
though at this time they tear and burn.
From this day you will start to heal,
stronger you’ll grow as stings you feel.

When you are whole and grown able,
a feast I shall lay on your table,
that on glorious love you may feed,
but until then, you get what you need.