Weight of Grief

I have poured my sorrow on empty ground,

Watched it vanish, without a sound.

I have wept in the dark where no one could see,

But silence returned every plea.

I have traced my wounds with trembling hands,

Wondering if pain ever understands.

Yet in the weight of grief and sand,

I found His scars—a place to stand.

So I gather my tears, not one misplaced,

And lay them down where love embraced.

In hands once pierced, now raised above,

My sorrow meets a deeper love.

No tear is wasted, no cry ignored,

For mercy writes what pain implored.

And in His palms, my heart can rest—

A life redeemed, a soul confessed.