calmer of frayed nerves
gentle nurturer,
my Abba Father
My lover and knower of my soul
I scream in Your shoulder
You comfort me in my pain
You wish to know, for me to tell You
You want to bear it for me
I let You
though sometimes I don’t want to.
Sometimes I want to hold it myself
It is an act of vulnerability
to let someone else carry my wounds
of such tender, vulnerable, perception
and tender, Vulnerable heart
To let another bear my burden
to let another, hear my cries at night.
You want to do that for me.
But You do not take it from me.
You only take what I give.