Wednesday, August 19, 2009

tiny footprints on a mother's heart

when a baby arrives,
be it for a day, or longer
or perhaps only a sweet flickering moment
the fragile spark of a tender soul
the secret swell of a new pregnancy
the goldfish flutter known only to you
you are un mistakenly changed...
the tiny footprints left behind on your heart
bespeak your name as mother.

Held

Two months is too little
they let him go
they had no sudden healing
to think that providence
would take a child from his mother
while she prays is appalling

who told us we'd be rescued
what has changed and
why should we be saved from nightmares
we're asking why this happens to us
who have died to live, its unfair

this is what it means to be held
how it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
and you survive
this is what it is to be loved and to know
that the promise was that when everything fell
we'd be held

this hand is bitterness
we want to taste it and
let the hatred numb our sorrows
the wise hand opens slowly
to lilies of the valley and tomorrow

if hope is born of suffering
if this is only the beginning
can we not wait, for one hour
watching for our savior

this is what it means to be held
how it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
and you survive
this is what it is to be loved and to know
that the promise was that when everything fell
we'd be held


Held by Natalie Grant

Thanks Harmony for this song. It helps to get out the tears that weigh me down.