a suffering heart based on meditation xvii

my heart wrenched with treasure

feeling the pain
blurs my focus
attentive to suffering
combats any reclamation
moribund darkness within
shades possible joy

my heart knows the currency

sun burns hot
illuminating all
oceans crash the shore
forming the coast
dry prairies burn
spreading new growth

my heart ordered in nearness

attentive to Him
persevering in shared suffering
hearing His Word
sanctions permeating hope
to Him the glory
count it all joy

my heart recognizes the bell’s toll

“tribulation is treasure
in the nature of it
but it is not current money
in the use of it
except we get nearer and nearer our home
Heaven by it”