We Fallen Sentences;

We Fallen Sentences;

Beseeching the Divine Mercy for the soul of Francisco Antonio Gallegos

We are fallen sentences;
born into fallenness;
uttered by the One who IS;
and in this vale that is of tears
we struggle to carry on;
we are reminded, hard as it is,
that darkness comes with night;
that tears fall as we often do;
that we cannot get back up ourselves,
but need the help, the divine help–
for the worst of it; in these recent years,
we sentences, we fallen sentences,
we suffering, silent sentences
remind each other not to let the sorrow,
the sadness, the melancholy that meanders
as though it may never lift, we remind each other, or try to, with the silent mark
of our sentences carried out;
it is a silent pause, it is not the end;
please, God, remind us all as we
now carry on our sentences past
the punctuation of each mark,
and any depressing semi-colon,
not to let the last mark be our own,
but Yours; Divine Mercy, I trust in You;
Jesus, I trust in you