The Carrying of the Cross

I have seen you walking,
that desperate walk,
without origin . . .
without destination . . .
and I have realized the horrible pain
that throws you forward . . .
walking . . .
and you never get there.
desolate emotions
have pulled your heart
into a dark incredible hole
where you seem totally and utterly
I have been in that place.
I have stumbled, bleeding,
through that incredible darkness . . .
for your heart is My Heart;
your desolation is My desolation;
that horrible pain is no stranger to Me.
I have seen you walking . . .