STILLBORN

 Do you know the pain 

Of an empty crib

With a rattle that never shakes

And a cry that never was heard? 

 

Can you feel the tug of a 

A kick that was not birthed

And now lies in the earth

Somewhere still

 

Can you bear the weight 

Of an unborn womb that was filled 

But now the wind blows through? 

 

Will that uncried wail

Wake you at night? 

And will your breast reach 

For a mouth that will never suck?

 

Will it? 

It will be like the wind in the trees

Unheard, yet whipping

The twigs of your heartstrings

Leaving a wake unseen to all

Except to you. 

 

Pain

Grief

Quiet

Still

 

The rattle in the crib is stilled

Hush and taste the tears

 

 BURN OUT

Frazzled and fried

Fumes rising

From ambitions pyre

Smoke of charred aspirations

Dead

 

One foot before

Another

Mindless movement

Orbiting exhausted

Cells

 

Fog

Floating headward

Corrupting direction

Incapable coherence

Lost

 

Service in my name

Not His

If we are devoted to the cause of humanity, we shall soon be crushed and broken-hearted, for we shall often meet with more ingratitude from men than we would from a dog; but if our motive is love to God, no ingratitude can hinder us from serving our fellow men.

When we realize that Jesus Christ has served us to the end of our meanness, our selfishness, and sin, nothing that we meet with from others can exhaust our determination to serve men for His sake. 

My Utmost for His Highest (Oswald Chambers)