Keeper of Secrets

This is what happens when I'm beyond exhausted but can't sleep...I write.  And you get to read it.

Keeper of Secrets

They come to me

Whispers on the wind

Quick glances so that no one sees

A note with words, short and broken

They come to me

They come to me

Broken, hurting, afraid

Excited, joyous, hopeful

Anxious, pleading, begging

They come to me

They come to me

Hurts that are big

Joys that are shaky

Fears that are all too real

They come to me

They come to me

I don’t always look for them

I don’t always seek them out

I don’t always expect them

They come to me

They come to me

I hold them in my heart

I lift them in my prayers

I cherish this act of trust

They come to me

They come to me

These whispers on the wind

These secrets from the dark places

These precious burdens of faith

They come to me

They come to me

And for a time, I carry them

But they are more than I can carry

They are more than my heart can hold

But still, they come to me

They come to me

And I hold them for a time.

Then I give them to the One who is able

The One who holds what I cannot

I give them to Him

I give them to Him

The whispers on the wind

The broken, hurting and afraid

The worries, joys, and hopes

I give them to Him

I give them to Him

He holds them closer than I ever could

He lifts them higher than I ever could

He cherishes them more than I ever coul

I give them to Him

I give them to Him

He gives me peace

He gives me rest

He gives me comfort

I give them to Him, my Keeper of Secrets

jep 15.02.11