There is a song
and maybe a word
A prayer remembered
a brief time to smile
but anxiety waits like a lion
pacing
pacing more and more
it will rush in
and bring with it it's cold companion
death.
Back to the songs or thought
to stave off the flood of pain
which I can neither enter into or allow
to have
a foothold
Bitter tastes and rancid smells only give a shadow of the painful portrait
we're being drawn into here
Noises of hope pour in fom without
but meet only a wall
deadened by the reality of it all.
You should have been the first-born;
a new hope
an answer from God
and you were, yet you
met that wall
and it deadened you.
But of that day if I could remember
the most salient
the most real
of all
I would remember
this
the struggle for dignity amidst despair
the fight for comfort against chaos
and the beauty of a woman
who became a mother
conquered, overcame, sacrificed
I would remember Love embodied
a story dripping with the sweet
water of grace
a day laced with the glow of
redemption
From romance to love
from love to marriage
from marriage to family
from family to loss
from loss to glory
from glory to beauty
beauty which was from the start always present.
