One of my nieces asked me to write a poem for her good friend who had a miscarriage at 35 weeks. She knows that I’ve had a miscarriage and write poetry, and she said all the ones she could find in cards or online were either too cheesy or didn’t include a faith component.
I told her it would take me a few days to get it done, but as I started chopping vegetables for dinner, this poem began to form in my mind. The Holy Spirit was at work as I wrote these lines; there is no other explanation for how I knew the fourth line was appropriate for her friend’s situation. I decided to share the poem here as a comfort to other women who have lost a child they dearly loved.
I cry out to my Creator
Who knit you in my womb
Standing with a heavy heart
Over your tiny tomb
My soul demands a reason why
But who am I to bid
The God who holds each tear I cry
And in whose palm you’re hid
To restore what He has taken
As if I can see the whole
Instead I praise, unforsaken
Trusting the words of Your scroll
Lord, You know beginning to end
The days we’ll endure this pain
But when one day we, too, ascend
We’ll see our sweet child again
9/21/17: Shared for dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night.