Once I heard Him speak so clearly
a voice of tender spoken whisper
for my stance never to flee.
Not since I met that shiny pearl
as if He burned for me a treasure,
but now stunned in the painful whirl
of losing her precious measure.
He still will teach me more of His
taking my heart through darkened paths,
by comforting with a tender kiss
all the burning scars of sharpened darts.
I will press through this empty season
and surely once again
flourish in a healthy reason
to never stop where I began.