The Knot - A Poem

The Knot

Some things remain beyond our words,
And music can't express.
Unuttered groaning, inward tears,
The pain of love's duress.

Fearful, baffled, guilty, tired,
I know I ought to hope.
The tighter grasp, the more it burns,
I'm running out of rope.

There is no discharge in this war,
As love and fear contest,
To gain the mastery of my heart,
And give or withhold rest.

My sliding stops, I feel the knot,
To whom, Lord, shall we go?
Jesus loves me, this I know,
The Bible tells me so.

Tom McArdle