the evening tide 

The words are here, somewhere.

But they can’t get out.  I’m digging, I’m searching, I’m looking, I’m holding, I’m thumbing my way through this dam.

You can’t put a lid on my heart.  If only there were words acceptable enough to be received.  If only I could find a way.

Why do we have to forget?  How in the world could we ever forget? I can’t do it.  Please don’t make me do it, not again.

Can you hear my cry when it’s no longer there?  Will you hear my prayer when I’ve forgotten where it is? Tell me again.

I can’t forget you, Jesus.

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