Love borne silently in the heart is hard to bear,
I miss you and think of you,
everyday it seems.
My heart is bare, you can see myself in my eyes.
I know now what the whispers of being sick
and weak with love now mean
because that is how I am now,
but not many see that –
I may be the only who can see that,
despite my eyes may be closed.
But love is a burden I am willing to carry –
my hands to be bound with love,
to love others, not just you, I am willing.
Ropes of kindness and love, I’ll be lead by.
I will plow the hard ground of my heart,
the stubborn stone that can be in my heart,
to plant seeds of righteousness
to harvest the crop of love,
along with the flowers that grow;
patience, and kindness, and joy in the truth,
perseverance, faith, and hope – in time, –
having fully again, a tender heart that responds
and a new spirit in me.
A/N: Hosea 10:12 (NLT), Hosea 11:4 (NLT), Ezekiel 36:26 (NLT), and 1 Corinthians 12:4-8 (NLT and KJV). These were verses in the Bible that I read over and over again, helping me write this poem. This is just something that has been on my heart for a long time.