Sunday's Sorrow - Honoring Fathers Grieving Loss of Child - Part One

There is a sacredness in tears. 

They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. 

They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. 

They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, 

of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love. 

~Washington Irving

Sunday's Sorrow

Honoring Fathers Grieving Loss of Child

Part One

Those who think

there is a

TIME LIMIT

when

GRIEVING

Have

NEVER

Lost a piece

of their

HEART

~~~~~

Grieving people are fighting

the most aching fight of their lives.

Stand with them.

Be with them.

Love them in your willingness to admit

that you don't know the answers.

Your presence contains more love

than any answer ever will…

~Tim Lawrence

~~~~~

"I'm...

Fine"

(Anxious, Scared, Sad; 

Hurting, Drained Hopeless;

Lonely, Dysfunctional, Weary;

Apathetic, Exhausted, Lost, Stressed;)

I wish you would 

Read between the lines.

~~~~~

You are most helpful

when you stand with

me, without

changing it, without

making assumptions.

It is okay to not have 

any answers.

~Megan Devine

www.refugeingrief.com

facebook.com/refugeingrief

~~~~~

Nothing will ever be the same.

Your life has been forever changed.

Grief is uncovering what that

change is and how to deal with it.

~Benjamin Allen

~~~~~

The ground beneath us

that collects us is too

sacred and when I enter

another's life I know to

take off my shoes for I

am on holy ground.

We are on holy ground,

the sacredness of

sorrow's healing ground.

~Benjamin Allen

~~~~~

The answer to the mystery of

existence is the love you shared 

sometimes so imperfectly and

when the loss wakes you to the

deeper beauty of it, to the

sanctity of it, you can't get off

your knees for a long time.

You're driven to your knees not by

the weight of the loss but by

gratitude for what preceded the 

loss. And the ache is always there,

but one day not the emptiness."

~Dean Koontz

~~~~~

It is within my darkest moments where I 

have found myself without words to 

describe the most brilliant presence of

love. In the heights of my joy and the

depths of my sorrow I have come to

believe that there is only love. No matter

where I go, how I feel or what I

question, I have found this presence

waiting, waiting to love me, waiting to love.

~Benjamin Allen

Title Picture:

~FarSideOfTheRainbow

https://www.facebook.com/farsideoftherainbow/photos/a.265765910132193.59124.259827837392667/1121611294547646/?type=3

2nd Picture:

~Grieving Fathers

https://www.facebook.com/131616930235995/photos/a.131661973564824.24127.131616930235995/680242952040054/?type=3&theater

3rd Picture:

~Grieving Fathers

https://www.facebook.com/131616930235995/photos/a.131661973564824.24127.131616930235995/1065748773489468/?type=3&theater

4th Picture:

~GriefDiaries

https://www.facebook.com/GriefDiaries/photos/a.306861159476121.1073741828.298729270289310/553268601502041/?type=3&theater

5th Picture:

~TheAfterloss.com (Tim Lawrence)

https://www.facebook.com/TheAfterloss/photos/pb.447234425404141.-2207520000.1464042767./855493004578279/?type=3&theater

6th Picture:

~TheAfterloss.com (Benjamin Allen)

https://www.facebook.com/TheAfterloss/photos/pb.447234425404141.-2207520000.1464042767./858083234319256/?type=3&theater

7th Picture:

~TheAfterloss.com (Benjamin Allen)

https://www.facebook.com/TheAfterloss/photos/pb.447234425404141.-2207520000.1464042767./860097287451184/?type=3&theater

8th Picture:

~TheAfterloss.com (Dean Koontz)

https://www.facebook.com/TheAfterloss/photos/pb.447234425404141.-2207520000.1464042767./860098970784349/?type=3&theater

9th Picture

~TheAfterloss.com (Benjamin Allen)

https://www.facebook.com/TheAfterloss/photos/pb.447234425404141.-2207520000.1464042767./860101534117426/?type=3&theater

Sunday's Sorrow ~ Good Mourning!

Sunday's Sorrow

Good Mourning!

Good Morning!

(Welcome again to my world of sadness.)

Or shall I say, "Good Mourning!"

As I celebrate my child who brought me gladness...

Tears flow~

As I remember my child's and my love for one another…

Must they slow?

No! Such is the life of a Grieving Mother!

Good Mourning!

Do not let the world tell you your tears are bad ~

Our tears are simply God's reminder of what we had ~

Good Mourning!

Every grieving mother knows

Cherishing our child's love is worth being sad!

Good Mourning!

So until we reach Heaven, our tears must flow!

The tears that represent our sacred treasure,

others ~who are blind~ will call "fools gold"!

Good Mourning!

As our Lord said, "Blessed are those who mourn" ~

We, of all people then, are blessed beyond measure!

Good Mourning!

Poem - Good Mourning! - Angie Bennett Prince - April 2, 2016

~~~~~

Grief is not a disease;

it is not an illness;

it is not depression.

It is, in fact,

an expression

of love.

Grief can only 

be a disease

if love is.

~Dr. Joanne Cacciatore, 

fellow psychotherapist and grieving mother

Sunday's Sorrow - The Weeping of a Child-Loss Soul

Sunday's Sorrow

The Weeping of a Child-Loss Soul

Does lead transmute to gold? 

With God's help, can this grieving heart be made whole?

When my child died,

I was left with a broken heart

How could I abide

Such heinous news

That from this earthly life, she forever would depart?

It defies all this mother stands for, and all my heart imbues.

The hail of death fell

Upon my body, heart, soul, and spirit

No comfort could quell

This mother's broken spirit.

My heart split into a million pieces

As from this mother's hell

I'd never be granted any releases;

Over the months and years, deeper into despair's pit I fell...

Even the Bible had laid out 

what I had in store:

This is what the LORD says,

"A voice is heard in Ramah, 

mourning and great weeping, 

Rachel weeping for her children 

and refusing to be comforted, 

because they are no more."

Into a megaphone, to me, Death's demons would roar, 

"Where was your God in Heaven

when hell's wrath upon your child did pour?"

My God whose heart toward me ever had been full of love

Seemed to have abandoned His throne from His own Heaven above

For the God of love I knew,

From death, my child, surely would rescue!

It seemed every promise in His word I had ever read

Would surely not have left my helpless child dead!

Now my soul was hurling into an ever sure demise

As I would feel no release coming from Heaven's skies.

I remembered God's whole earth had been struck dark

When His own Son from it's torturous shores would depart.

How ever would I find any relief this side of Heaven

As for this mother's grief there seemed to be no relieving leaven? 

How did my Heavenly Father from Death's destruction recover

As He watched through earth's darkness as His own Child's breath was smothered?

Why did He not destroy all of His created earth

At such infamous culmination of His own Holy Child's birth?

Despite His untold agony as He looked down from Glory

Surely our God survived by knowing the Rest of the Story...

That His Own Son would leave earth's shores to rejoin with Him in Glory…!

Perhaps therein I'll find the Grace I daily ever will need

To begin to quell this broken heart from its constant grievous bleed… 

Surely when the Golden Grace of God imparts into a shattered human heart

There is a glorious transmutation that occurs to quicken His own Life into my broken heart

To help a mother on this earth her own child's death to survive…

Even as man transmutes gold from lead,

Our God quickens my child's life so that her Spirit now survives 

Even though she too, like God's own Son, once was deemed dead,

Through God's Glorious Grace, she now  has been made Alive!

By God's Grace, while still on this earth, this mother's broken heart survives…

And I too someday will live again and see that my child thrives!

God heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.

~Psalm 147:3

Poem - The Weeping of a Child-Loss Soul - Angie Bennett Prince - January 4, 2015

Scripture quoted in poem:

New International Version
"A voice is heard in Ramah, weeping and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children and refusing to be comforted, because they are no more."
~Matthew 2:18 NIV

New International Version
This is what the LORD says: "A voice is heard in Ramah, mourning and great weeping, Rachel weeping for her children and refusing to be comforted, because they are no more."
~Jeremiah 31:15 NIV





1st Graphic:

~Artwork by Mark Lawrence based on Psalm 147:3:
http://www.framedcanvasart.com/product/brokenhearted-psalm-14732.html 

Also found at bing.com:

 http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=psalm+147%3A3+graphics&go=Submit&qs=bs&form=QBIR#view=detail&id=33967045EC5D1C99F71A1D64D8F602D4A906912D&selectedIndex=64



2nd Graphic:

Artwork by Karen Holland based on Psalm 147:3

Found on khollandsblog.wordpress.com

Karen Hempel 

He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds curing their pains and their sorrows. Psalm 147:3

Found on

http://www.pinterest.com/pin/523262050427436921/

Sunday's Sorrow - Child-Loss Grief Amidst the Holidays

Sunday's Sorrow

Child-Loss Grief 

Amidst the Holidays

Merry Christmas In Heaven To Our Angels

We do not need a special day to bring you to our minds.

The days we do not think of you are very hard to find.

Each morning when we awake we know that you are gone.

And no one knows the heartache as we try to carry on.

Our hearts still ache with sadness and secret tears still flow.

What it meant to lose you no one will ever know.

Our thoughts are always with you, your place no one can fill.

In life we loved you dearly; in death we love you still.

There will always be a heartache, and often a silent tear,

But always a precious memory of the days when you were here.

If tears would make a staircase, and heartaches make a lane,

We'd walk the path to heaven and bring you home again.

We hold you close within our hearts; and there you will remain,

To walk with us throughout our lives until we meet again.

Our family chain is broken now, and nothing seems the same,

But as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again.

~Author Unknown

Picture, thanks to ~I Miss Those Close To Me Who Are Now In Heaven As Beautiful Angels