This Much I Know

by Steven Searcy

When grief and fears
make my tears flow,
this much I know—
my God has tears.

When I can’t speak
or move at all,
this I recall—
my God was weak.

When searing shame
makes my wounds sting,
I know my king
has felt the same.

When I’m alone,
when all friends go,
this much I know—
that I am known.

Steven Searcy lives with his wife and three sons in Atlanta, GA, where he works as an engineer in fiber optic telecommunications. His poetry has been published in EkstasisReformed JournalFathomClayjar ReviewHeart of Flesh, and Amethyst Review, among others.

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