A companion not sought
is this sadness that's come
to walk with me and stay
long past being welcome,
this dark brooding spirit
that comes with such sorrow.
When will my soul be freed
of memories hidden deep
that the sights of this night
have once again set loose,
rising up like demons,
destroying joy and peace.
Who will end their hurting
and finally, mine as well?
O God, who wipes tears
and holds our hurts and pain
not in heaven, but here,
Come, now, tend our sadness.
(In memory of those who lost their
lives over the Potomac River)
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