you won’t
know the cold
until it grips you
from the inside
the freeze dried
madness of loss
here we all are
children of the
forgotten
and
remembered
but always blindsided
by mortality
if God is with us
where is his comfort?
how does his plan
for tiny babies
without mommies
make any rational
sense?
why does faith leave
in these moments
when we need it
most?
I pray, just the same
give my tears to
the wind
and beg for them to
bless the wings
of a new angel
but my heart breaks
and bleeds
for the lives she’s left
behind

can she protect them
from her new home
in God’s kingdom?