I finally stopped
Long enough tonight
To let the tears come
They had needed to fall
But not in front of the little eyes
That don’t yet grasp grief and weariness
I set aside the order and reason of laundry
And just sat down on my bedroom floor
Songs filled my ears and my heart
Reminding me of hope, grace, and love
And from where my help comes
I have taken grief and hurt to the same One before
He has counted every tear and heard every sob
He has known every thought before I’ve uttered a word
Words and verses still spin in my mind
Nothing here, or there, or anywhere
Can pluck me from that deep, deep love
Here I stand, here I weep
He will never let go
Blessed assurance
Our nation’s recent tragedy weighs heavily on my heart, especially as it points to more evil we will surely face. My greatest sense of urgency, my greatest desire, is to flood our children with love and prayer. As we face darkness, do you know where to find light?
Running the Race 
I love your poem! It is an echo of many mother’s tears this week wisely shed in secret…
Blessings ~ Wendy
Yes, there have been many moments in the past few days that I have wanted to let the tears fall, and last night I wasn’t even expecting that. I was folding laundry and turned on a praise and worship station on my phone….next thing I knew, I had set down the piles of clothes and just sat on my floor and wept. Grief AND praise together!
I am completely out of sorts too. I haven’t even been interested in blogging lately. Every time I watch the news, the tears begin to well up. But like you, I go to the THE source. Just continue praying for grace and mercy over the victims’ families. I’m not sure what else I can do?