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TITLE: Since your death... | Previous Challenge Entry
By Linda Watson Owen
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Since your death…
Since your death,
I stand here in this hollow space,
this stagnant place,
made only for those who wait and weep.
Grief’s bitter draw pulls at every prior pleasure,
and swallows hope,
churns it into rancid tears,
then thrusts them back into these empty hands.
This space,
where I hover between what was
and what will never be again,
steals breath,
but will not grant my death since you have gone.
Imprisoned here I stand in this orb of time.
Would that these feet could lift
into the endless sky of eternity sublime
and meet you there in holy innocence and peace!
Ah, such sweet release!
But God’s great wisdom waits,
and no allowance makes for such a freeing fate.
Suspended, my heart moans seeking only home
and wandering in this horrid space.
Oh, Holy God!
Am I not willed to see the sense in such a loss?
Must I be content to think upon the Cross!
…to think upon the Cross…
In Christ’s cruel death He stood in that hollow space
where Death held captive Love’s embrace.
I remember now, I heard Him cry.
He asked the Father…why….
In that horrid space, the Son, suspended there
between the orb of time and wide eternity,
drank in and swallowed bitter Death
in love for me.
This grieving space, where I hover still,
between what was and what will one day be,
is my cup to drink
until I see the reason for my loss,
the reason for this cross,
in God’s eternity.
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Loved this line, what a perfect picture of what grief does:
Grief’s bitter draw pulls at every prior pleasure...
Blessings, Lynda
Very well done!!!
So that, out of our hearts, to others we share. Our due service charity, with faith lifting up each burden we bear.
A tribute to the ones that have went on before, still they have left behind a work, which was carried on in you.
So, I see this as though, a gift..their gift to you, intertwined with your unique talent. For our loss, is also our gain in Christ Jesus. You wouldn't perhaps have written this beautiful, sincere, heartfelt poem if a corn of wheat hadn't fallen to the ground and died. Now, it bears much fruit altogether, not alone but with a multitude.
I have to add my humble admiration to the rest--but more so to the one the one we love the best. Thank you for sharing..littlelight