Sometimes tears fall, sometimes the
knife is really words that hurt
and when pain becomes a salve
for the hurting, I cry---
nights are lonesome as a mourning
dove seeking the right one
wishing to join two hearts, calling
upon the nightly winds---
tomorrow an arrow, piercing and
probing the strength I feel.
When it comes like a runaway train
I'll smile, even if a knife is
the price of pain.
2011 Richard L. Provencher
My wife, Esther and I really enjoy writing. It is an excellent salve, in addition to prayers, a great wife and family during my continuing recovery from a stroke/aneurysm. You can contact us at: firstname.lastname@example.org re comments on our work. We live in Truro, Nova Scotia, Canada. Pray for others.