I’ve searched my heart for words to speak in gentleness and care

But until I bowed my head to pray, nothing would come clear

Quietly I listened asking Jesus for His words,

And then I knew it was His whisper I had heard;

“My child, know I will hold your face upon my upright knee.

I’ll stroke your head and feel your tears fall gently on my feet.

I’ll pick you up and hold you as a father does his child.

I’ll let you cry until the depths of languid emptiness are stilled.

I’ll cry with you until your tears they are no more,

And know I’ll never leave your side when strong or when forlorn.

When time has lingered on and all the crowds have wandered home

The hurt I know, at times, so great you’ll feel you are alone.

Use this quiet stillness that surrounds you passing days,

And SHOUT your deepest cry to me and tell me of your pain.

It’s then that I can mend and heal what now does cut so deep,

Close your eyes and know I AM breathes over you in peace.

Never feel as though you cannot question why I took him home,

Just know sometimes my answers may take longer than you know.

It will never mean I’ve left you in your hour of need,

I have my perfect timing, as with my very Seed.

Know I held his numbered days in the palm of my own hand,

I knew before his God and country so bravely he would stand.

Before he was, with grace, made tenderly in the womb,

I had prepared in Heaven in which would be his room.

The day, the hour, the moment, may not to you seem right,

But I have welcomed my son with open arms
And precious is he in my sight.

Although this hour you grieve the loss of Husband, Brother, Son, & Friend

I promise to walk you through this, restoring Joy and Life again.”

May the God of all creation rest upon your soul today, bringing comfort, filling emptiness that words could never say.

~Ana Goldstein ~1/17/08