Sunday before noon
its steady pounding overhead
in the silence of moment
I have no regret, no sorrow
no awareness of past, or present, or future
only now
only this moment
the soft words of pastoral reminders
are soothing to the soul
my sins now requited for by God above
the sensation of sound
the silence of moment
we stop
we pause and remember
spear in nail-pierced side
spikes through feet
face stricken and swollen
the earth shaking
the rain now falling from swarthy sky
my soul once a torrent
stilled by the cadence
of steady showers and sweet reminders
of unfailing love
mountains will be shaken
hills removed
but shalom's covenant shall remain
says the Lord, the compassionate one
my scars so real, but not souvenirs
they are memorials to suffering
that have been healed in the solace
by the soothing of God's sure and steady love
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