Broken Hearts

I have a few friends--actually quite a number--who are walking 

through unimaginable pain. So deep is the current valley of darkness 

that not a glimmer of light can be seen. The rain descends so thickly 

that the next step is blotted out; the wind howls through the canyon 

and the water is rising. Where does one go when life shatters?

Ah, but there is a cleft in the wall and a ledge beneath an overhang

 of rock jutting out of the canyon wall. One has to reach out and 

feel around to find the shelter from the storm. There is a place 

to sit and at the very back of the little cave, a meal of bread and wine. 

It is a safe place to hide. It is a teeth gritting time to speak the truth:

The Lord IS my Shepherd

I shall not want.

Even when I walk through the valley

Of deepest darkness, of wind and rain,

I will NOT dwell on evil outcomes.

I will NOT allow fear to over take me.

For You are with me--even now.

Your rod will defeat my enemy who 

Is saying to me, “Where is your God?”

Your staff will lift me up

And I will partake of the table set before me.

Your love, Your mercy and Your grace

(which are invisible to me right now)

Will follow me as I walk through the valley.

I am not alone.

Here I stand!