My Plea, My Answer

I know my answer before I ask, but I must ask.
I know my condemnation before I approach G-d
But I must approach.

I am grieving.
And I am grieving for something
I only tasted for a moment in time.

Something that was never mine
Something that would never have been mine
But I grieve. I cry daily.

How do I overcome such grief?
G-d has removed my capacity to work, to travel.
I am a hermit in an isolated region.

The days unravel like melting mountains.
The nights are endless rivers in time.
Is there anyone who has the same pain?

Is there a respite on this Earth?
The wind does not answer
But the clouds do cry with me.

I am comforted by no one.
I am grieving something I cannot get over.
Is there an answer, a hope, a promise?

I have known my condemnation.
I have known my punishment.

I did not know the forgiveness.
I did not know the peace.

I now know His Forgiveness.
I now know His Peace.

I do not deserve my sentence.
One of Glory in His sight.