Friday's Faith
The Bare Heart and Bare Gardens
of Child-Loss Grief
Almost five years since my child was taken
It seems my heart and my gardens lie bare
Amidst such dark death, will life awaken?
How does life amidst a child's death fare?
For constant Grief Work my heart did plead,
Such that my outside garden soon turned to seed,
That, or 'twas soon o'ertaken by weed...
Many think these are life lessons for all of us grievers to heed...
Yet with the ground inside my heart long fallow,
Wondered I, what must Thou be grooming in me?
Surely 'tis a work so deep and hallowed,
"Twill be a sight for sore eyes to see~
So no longer do I dwell in the Land of the Shallow
As my roots are now grounded deeply in Thee:
Cleansed by Death's Fiery Furnace, Your Love sets my heart aglow,
Polished by Death's Dark Cocoon, Your True Colors to reflect in me,
O Lord, that all may see Your New Creation, at last, springing up in me!
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