My heart is full of silence and a void,
And in this weight I float with blinded eye;
In this my vast expanse of grief deployed,
No north or south or compass point have I.
Within the boundless space of pain I grasp
For edges lost and forms misplaced in Time.
The sonnet holds me in a rhythmic clasp
And gives to me a safe constraint in rhyme.
The full force waves of emptiness confuse,
But safe I feel in structured verse to speak.
In deaf’ning roar of aching heart, I use
A crafted voice in sculpted prayer to shriek,
“My God, my God where are you now for me?”
Yet in my void I trust in him to be.
Written on Wednesday 22nd August 2018.