He's very emotional
and given to bouts of tears;
when they begin to fall
his ability to express
his sorrow in words disappears.
All he can say is
"Sometimes I cry for no reason."
He needs to be held and loved
and to know that he is not alone.
With my arms around him
his weeping turns to sobs;
I hold his heaving body close,
absorbing his hurt through my skin
and into my heart.
He needs something,
some One to cling to
when his heart is aching
and he feels lost and scared.
I turn to the Sacred Heart of Jesus
and implore Him to make room
for this little child
who hurts so much.
I know His Heart will
take him in
for I have entered
into His love myself
in my own neediness and worry;
my longing for assurance
that I'm alright, that I will survive.
The beauty he will find there
is the warmth and peace
that is only found in
His Most Sacred Heart
open, bleeding, vulnerable;
so blessedly vulnerable.
And the thorns that circle His Heart
do not poke and jab;
they have burned away
in the fire of His love.
And the insecurity
that reduces him to tears
no longer wracks his fragile body;
it, too, burns away in the fire of His love.
