The Healing

Toiling hard each day of this life

Or living in doubt or pain or despair

One gets tired.

Tired to work; tired to laugh;

Tired to breathe.

With every bone aching

And every tear fallen,

What is left?

Is there anything that can heal

This broken being?

Leaving all that hurts..

Oh, there is so much that does!

And, no longer trying to control life,

She surrenders, to the one

Who holds the thread running through all.