Truth in the Face of Loss

Upon the loss of a wonderful friend. Sometimes the knowing doesn't help the hurt.

This pew uncomfortable is,

however cushioned it may be.

The plan, unknowable, all His;

Slight solace to a heart heavy.

Conflicted so, the spirit cries,

bruised by mortal tragedy;

Pained queries hurled at Paradise -

returned to sender, quietly.

There is no ease in this release.

Cruel misery finds some relief

Knowing that her hurt has ceased.

Yet, bound we still by racking grief.

How do I sing to thee, O Lord,

of your greatness, through this pain?

This suffering seems no reward

to those still tethered to this plane.

Love left behind surrounding us,

Questions from the heart at hand…

Unanswered. Told it must be thus -

His Will we cannot understand.

Inconvenient. Be it so,

A truth we must humbly abide;

To live - to deal with all life’s woe.

To die – in Heaven’s grace reside.

And this, a chance to celebrate

Daughter, wife, and mother; His.

But even in her reborn state…

This pew uncomfortable is.

© Jeff Wilson, 2013