Focused on the problem

overwhelmed, praying, trying,

backed against the wall…

Then…lifting up my head, I focused

on the face of Jesus

suspended in agony

Clearly I could see

His sacrifice upon the tree,

the carpenter’s hands nailed securely

blood and sweat dripping

from His outstretched arms.

Then miraculously, His right hand broke free

spiritually extended toward me.

              Our gazes met, held briefly

sorrow meeting sorrow

              compassion, empathy

encompassing eternity…

Wordlessly

I knew help was on the way

knew He understood my problems, pain

knew the grains of hope were taking h old.

Deep within my spirit, knowledge dawned

                this horrible time

will someday be a memory…

                 Patience, Trust, Faith

I’ve been told

                 have their rewards.