Quicksand

I'm just sad that you're hurting.  I'm sad that you're sinking and tired and can't envision trying to slog your way out of the quicksand.  I'm offering you my hand over and over and all you do is lift yours to wave.  I used to think of you and smile, but now your name makes my heart feel so burdened.  I love you and I want so much more for you than this.  I'm just so sad that you are hurting.  In my dreams I am the quicksand-gobbling monster that takes all this away.  But in my prayers I am on my knees begging God to show Himself to you and to let this be the thing that cracks you open wider for Him.