The following poem was recently forwarded to me. Every now and then we are gifted with someone or something that speaks profoundly to the circumstances in which we find ourselves. We find solace and encouragement as another gives voice to what we would say if only we were able to adequately express our thoughts and feelings.
For my wife and I, yes, even our family and closest friends, this poem does just that. Eight weeks ago, you see, we lost our 10-week-old son, Luke, to SIDS.
Shocked. Horrified. Helpless. Hopeless. Depressed. Sad. Angry. Terrified.
Comforted. Confident. Strengthened. Hopeful. Encouraged. Thankful. Joyful.
If you've ever faced tragedy the likes of which we're dealing with, you know the emotional roller coaster that accompanies it. We've encountered all the above over the past two months... and more. But words really don't begin to describe the depth of what we feel.
I'll be sharing our story as time goes on, as well as introducing the foundation we are in the process of establishing in Luke's honor.
"Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God." (2 Corinthians 1.3-4) (This is a post in itself)
Please Be Gentle
By Jill B. Englar
Please be gentle with me for I am grieving.
The sea I swim in is a lonely one
and the shore seems miles away.
Waves of despair numb my soul
as I struggle through each day.
My heart is heavy with sorrow.
I want to shout and scream
and repeatedly ask 'why?'
At times, my grief overwhelms me
and I weep bitterly,
so great is my loss.
Please don’t turn away
or tell me to move on with my life.
I must embrace my pain
before I can begin to heal.
Companion me through tears
and sit with me in loving silence.
Honor where I am in my journey,
not where you think I should be.
Listen patiently to my story,
I may need to tell it over and over again.
It’s how I begin to grasp the enormity of my loss.
Nurture me through the weeks and months ahead.
Forgive me when I seem distant and inconsolable.
A small flame still burns within my heart,
and shared memories may trigger
both laughter and tears.
I need your support and understanding.
There is no right or wrong way to grieve.
I must find my own path.
Please, will you walk beside me?