The Handkerchief

I asked for a tissue

He gave me a handkerchief

I asked for a crumb

He invited me to a feast

I hid my face in shame

Not daring to look at His

Fearing anger

When all the while

His eyes danced

With delight

His arms outstretched

Waiting for me

To come home


© 2013 Julie Clark

Categories: Faith, Love, Poetry | Tags: , , , , , | 3 Comments

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3 thoughts on “The Handkerchief

  1. Delightful!!!!!!!!!!! Oh, the hellfire thing just ISN’T!

  2. SAH-WEET! Like last Sunday when my sister led worship . . . first good cry I’ve had in YEARS!

  3. I missed this comment, but so glad to see it today. Let the tears flow! Good and cleansing for our souls.

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