Aftermath

Aftermath

When the dust settles

The whirlwind of activity calms

The calls and letters quit coming

The cocoon of prayer grows thin

The world spins, as if everything’s back to normal

Then, silence crashes loud

The numb fades

The hurt, the real hurt

The gut wrenching, can’t take another breath, it’ll never end, lonely, hurt, begins

But, in that shadow

Is the place

Where healing begins.

That quiet, painful, place

Is where God resides.

When everyone else is gone

The Healer remains.

The LORD is close to the brokenhearted; He rescues those whose spirits are crushed. (Psalm 34:18)