Poetry

{Man of Sorrows; June 20, 2015}

Man of Sorrows,

my best friend.

Acquainted with the deepest grief,

familiar with hate and rejection -

you know what I have been through;

through rejection and loneliness,

tears and pain,and suffering.

You know.

And though,

I hated you once,

you still love me -

even though I used to hate you

and reject you

because I was afraid

and I didn't trust you;

but Man of Sorrows,

you're my best friend.

You know of what

I have been through

and what I go through,

and you're someone I can connect to.

You understand me

and know me

completely,

and you remind me of that,

when I feel like no-one here understands

or knows me at all;

but I know you do.

You understand

and you know me,

through and through;

and you've proven that

to me many times

and you still prove that to me.

Man of Sorrows,

my best friend.

You know of my grief,

my suffering inside,

my sorrows -

you have been

where I have been through,

you know me completely.

Know of the times

I wish to just give up and say,

"I can't do this anymore."

You hold me up

when I'm too tired

and when I can't go on;

help me walk

when I can't walk,

let me rest and lean

on you when I limp

and the times are hard .

Man of Sorrows,

you are my best friend.

A/N: "He was despised and rejected- a man of sorrows, acquainted with deepest grief. We turned our backs on him and looked the other way. He was despised, and we did not care." Isaiah 53:3