2-15 Deepest Thorn


Surely, everyone has contemplated perhaps the worst grief a soul can bear: a beloved missing throughout one’s life. This emerged many months ago. I cannot imagine how atheists endure this. For Christians, there is hope for an eternal reunion.

Deepest Thorn




There remains some 90,000 missing souls registered in


The National Missing and Unidentified Persons System (NamUs)


with smiling photos, dental contacts, tattoos, birthmarks, titanium implants—




some are never found ever never found never (never) ever found


and for their grievers, their remains their remains buried God knows where


and their remains are house ghosts, empty chairs, barren beds, vacant closets.




I ask this Sunday Morning, rain drenching Crape Myrtle blossoms


(sirens blaring) about their prayers for mercy, for deliverance, for THE call


That never (ever) comes. I wonder: years, decades later




do they still pray to God “Where? How? Why?” Does the Comforter’s words


Blessed are they who mourn, for they shall be comforted” bridge over their abyss?


When grief batters and buffets in darkness drear, who can sooth and assuage?




   At church the organ plays majestic tones.


   Those Christian souls turn to their hymn book page


   And hum above their suffering hearts’ moans.




   Anguish has scabbed but duller pain resides.


   The links of life have broken as they age,


   But friends of love and longing abide.




   Their hearts still yearn for them, their smiling face


   But hope in the Lamb opens grief’s cage:


   Someday they shall embrace in heaven’s grace.



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