“Storm at Sea,” Ivan Aivasovsky (1899)

in such a vast universe
can you even feel
the grief of
one shattered heart?
do I dare presume
it might even make
a difference?

please don’t turn away,
don’t fill my life with disregard,
don’t let my grief drift like
a battered wanderer
refused sanctuary at
every turn.

i’m not praying for rescue
for i know this brokenness
is mine to bear.
i pray only for the faith
that somehow you can hear
this sad song
and that in some small way
it matters
to you.