At the foot of the Cross, in thirst, in weeping and in broken-heartedness. Only Love can heal us. Let us continue to pray for and remember the unloved, the unwell and the vulnerable.
A cold drink of water is most appreciated by the exhausted thirsty. Who can appreciate hot bread without being hungry? A warm blanket is not appreciated by those that do not know cold. A doctor only sought for by the sick. Who can speak of love, who can know its depths without the knowledge of the brokenhearted?
Her broken heart remembered the days, she still longed for his touch. Never able to put away the wedding pictures, still watching out the window for his return. She sat on a Friday night at the cafe and closed her eyes, someone passed, she looked up expectedly and smiled. Her blushing cheeks told that he, she hoped for, had not approached. The stranger passed by. Why did she still long for his return? Didn’t his leaving do its damage? Didn’t his eyes now turn to another? How could she hope to hold his…
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