Giggles4God
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- Feb 16, 2005
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I wrote this poem last year. Maybe someone can help me with a title.
Pain. Sharp pain.
Tears. Fresh tears.
Nothing to stop them.
I sit here, writing.
Writing my pain,
my tears into being.
Visions of children
in my head
and fill my heart.
"Why, God?" I scream.
"Why not me?
My womb is empty."
I cry. I pray.
I am like
Hannah, Sarah, and Rachel of old.
Waiting. Anticipating.
All for naught.
No change. No baby.
Hopes dashed.
Sobs aroused.
Knelt in prayer.
God is faithful.
He hears me.
He wraps me in his arms.
"I will never
leave nor
forsake you."
Pain. Sharp pain.
Tears. Fresh tears.
Nothing to stop them.
I sit here, writing.
Writing my pain,
my tears into being.
Visions of children
in my head
and fill my heart.
"Why, God?" I scream.
"Why not me?
My womb is empty."
I cry. I pray.
I am like
Hannah, Sarah, and Rachel of old.
Waiting. Anticipating.
All for naught.
No change. No baby.
Hopes dashed.
Sobs aroused.
Knelt in prayer.
God is faithful.
He hears me.
He wraps me in his arms.
"I will never
leave nor
forsake you."