I always get thoughtful this time of year. This week we would have most likely been celebrating the one-year birthday of our 3rd child. But that was not to be. I fully trust that our sweet child has only tasted the goodness of the Lord their entire life. I posted this poem a year ago today, and thought I’d like to share it again. The Lord is good.
You were barely here, then gone
Like the slightest refrain of a song.
A whisper, a breath, a tiny breeze.
And never will my fingers touch your earthly face –
Or ever feel the sweetest grace
of holding you that way.
And though I search for but a glimpse of who you would have been
My heart holds steady to the One you’re hidden in.
Still and quiet I remain.