Having literally posted hundreds of these over the past few years, certain themes recycle. I am acutely aware of life’s traumas and tragedies, that often unpredictably befall decent people. I only know the hope, for those interested, that Christ can offer. hence, this one is probably the worst suffering we can experience:
Beyond Dark Matter
Unheard, somewhere, light years away
Beyond Hubble’s deep field sight—
Hosts of children frolic and sing,
But parents only see night.
Multitudes of babies and boys
And girls, are joined hand to hand.
Their innocent faces beam joy
In moms’ and daddies’ dreamland.
Amena died in a refugee camp…
Sue breathed her last at St. Jude’s…
Asthma stole Ty at a water-slide park…
Baby Sue from a blood feud…
Their moms and dads are crucified
By ache and stabbing pain—
The months and years just dull the wounds
Their hearts barely contain.
But cherub faces bloom bliss and delight!
They play in fun, and vigilant love.
They stand with little arms stretched open wide:
For moms and dads to join them above.