The Way

Sorrow is a kind of sickness
you can’t take a pill to cure.
No elixir grandma use to spoon out
can ease the pain, the heartache.
All the advice you gave others
echos in your own head,
spinning,

until you fall into the arms
of the only remedy
thanking sweet Jesus
for being your safe place to land.

~
*Penning a poem a day from today November 22 through December 25th, 2018 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day 4