A poem for a Grieving Pastor
A Poem by Kolten Slaughter
Tears meet us at the
Place where words fail.
That place where poetry
Is but noise, and the ocean
Seems like tiny droplets.
That place where songs
Seem like broken glass
And life feels like wilted roses.
Where the light dances
Before the darkness and waits.
They say things we thought
We’d never say, they teach us
Beauty we thought we’d
Never touch.
I will meet you there, tears,
Words, and all.
I will meet you in the silence,
And the spaces between,
Where legs go limp
And lungs fall breathless.
"Kolten Slaughter is an English and Creative writing teacher based out of North Carolina. Kolten loves reading, playing sports, with a deep passion for poetry. He loves writing about life experiences, love, pain, the human experience, and most importantly the God that created the universe; the nature in God's world that draws us closer to Him. Art is the ultimate expression of faith. Poetry is the place where worship comes to life and breathes. If you would like to read more by Kolten you can go to his blog at kpspoetry.com or his instagram page @KS_1234567890"
