Rant

Sometimes the best comfort is silence.

Why can’t you just listen?

Why can’t you just pause?

I hurt and I want to explode.

There’s nobody else here.

I’ve come just to you

To rant and release this hard load.

 

 

But you have your Gospel

And hurt once or twice

And think that you now have the cure.

This challenge is ugly

I burn in its fire,

A fire that you say makes me pure.

 

 

Don’t be smugly certain

It all goes away.

Look down…see my guts on the floor.

I wanted compassion.

I wanted a friend.

Not platitudes heard oft’ before.

 

 

But now comes a new thing

Do I see some tears

That trickle and moisten the cheek?

Yes, just what I needed

A listening heart

Who knows what it’s like to be weak.

Author's Note

Do we not all run the risk of smugly trying to reason away all the big problems? Better often just to shut up and sit alongside that hurting friend.