Miscarriage
what do I do when hope is dashed? when reality and dreams have mercilessly clashed when my body has failed me, yet again do I have the faith to utter, "amen"? I long to say "thy will be done" to cling to faith, in Christ alone but this sorrow cuts deeper still and instead I ask, "is this your will?" this pain, this loss, this broken soul exposed and wounded, never whole surely this, this cannot be your plan and desire over me! heal me Lord, hold my pain remind me how in all, you remain though I flail, curse and rage may your presence be felt in every stage this child I lost, are they with you now? Do you, instead of I, kiss their brow? will I meet them one day? will they know, how loved, how wanted they were below? for this child we prayed, asked from above only these few weeks to carry and love but forever now, held in my heart separated now, a lifetime apart oh dear child of mine, you are loved so much how I longed and prayed to feel your touch! I