Tears sting my eyes
at the message —
one about His promises —
meant for my comfort.
For weeks I have stayed away,
nursing newborn grief.
But this morning, in a duel with the Devil,
I adjusted my broken heart
in the mirror’s reflection
and returned to the fold.
New tears formed in my eyes
as Satan’s taunts:
“They don’t love you, anymore,” he wheedles.
“Get on with your life,” he whines.
From the back row, I search the audience
for a “fellow discard”,
seeing, instead, only couples and children.
Never have I felt so alone.
“See there? You’re only half a woman,” he crows.
Nobody cares for failures like you!”
With closing prayer, his victory vanishes.
Unknown friends with kind eyes
offer understanding shoulders
keeping God’s promises after all.
** Kim K. Terry **