I could not speak, though much to say,

Words failed . . . thoughts assailed.

Who would I tell anyway?

My pride, my heart, the hurt . . . I wailed.

I knelt. I cried. I tried to pray.

No matter what – I tried and failed.

Left to feel . . . alone . . . untouched

Choking on my tears . . . undone,

A single strand of faith I clutched.

Knowing many . . . known by none

By The Father’s love was touched,

And hope rescued by the Holy One.