HeartCry

 

I stood, angry.

Calling to God

Challenging, demanding to know

Why?

Why, in all my love for Him,

had He withheld this Gift,

This un-given child?

Hadn't I been good? Didn't I

always try to do His will?

I threatened the greatest

Threat I could think of;

"I won't love you anymore

if you don't give me my child, or tell me

WHY!"

 

His Response?

Love.

Love that somehow penetrated

my black anger, my burning questions.

Love.

Soothing my grief, while grieving too.

Supporting, Holding, Helping me

to find, to make, an answer.

To make the Good.

Love.

Not answers, explanations, suggestions.

Simply Love, being there, staying.

 

 

Copyright: M. Anna Hanson January 1992

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