emptiness

Emptiness, emptiness, void and hollow -
Sometimes life's too much to swallow -
Sometimes you just want to wallow
in self-pity or vague wonderings of
how unending this present pain,
this pain that remains a stain
on the journey's joy not a coy
but a bold affront, will be.
Being and being, yet, not seeing
the freeing desired, but the weeing
of its' largeness, smallness spreeing
in here and there, wherever, so
easily, yet hurtifully a hard blow
removing hope, insteads bestows
dry rot 'twill soon besot the
whole, fore, aft, aport, alee.
Surrounded, hounded by loss,
the dross of life, cause of cross
people's strife, and Christ's Cross
offered, proffered reversal there
love's reheresal more than fair -
a newness sure it does forswear -
emptiness filling, rot replacing,
freed and facing life with glee -
at least with Joy He gives to me!