Poem

I don't blog here often enough. I have so much I want to say but it takes so much to get to that place, I find myself just pushing it away. With his 4th birthday coming up, the funk is settling in and I've been looking through notes I've saved for the blog posts I never get around to. Anyway, I found this poem and it's a good one


We cannot care for you the way we wanted, or cradle you or listen to your cry;
but separated as we are by silence, our love will not die.

We cannot watch you growing into childhood, and find a new uniqueness every day;
but special as you would have been among us, forever you still will stay.

So through the mess of anger, grief and tiredness, through tensions which are not yet reconciled,
we give to God the worship of our sorrow and you, our dear child.

Lord, in your arms which cradle all creation we rest and place our baby beyond death
believing that she now, alive in heaven, breathes with your own breath.

By John Bell