Dear God, my wife showed me this poem yesterday morning, and it really spoke to me.
I’ve decided there is one small part that unravels it for me at the end. Ms. Collins asks, “Does He steal way and wander, ‘Perhaps today my child comes home?’” The problem with being you is that you are omniscient and you know the answers. You know who is coming home and when. You know who will never come home. Knowing all of that in advance might allow you to mourn in advance or patiently wait in a way that the author and many of us cannot because we don’t know how this will end.
But I can relate to the Ms. Collins’ sentiments. The busyness that helps distract. The life that must continue to be lived, even in the midst of sorrow.
Father, help me to find the line. Help me to find the point on the spectrum between apathy and obsession. Complete apathy towards what brings me sorrow would be wrong. Complete obsession would be equally wrong. But there is a line between them I’m trying to find. And thank you for the work you’ve given me to do in the meantime. Live through me. Love through me. Comfort and inspire me. I am sorry for all that I do to disappoint you and also tie my own self down. Thank you for your grace. Thank you, Jesus, for your sacrifice, love, and example. Thank you, Holy Spirit, for walking with me and being very near. And thank you, Father, for caring so much about all of us.
I offer this prayer in Jesus and with the Holy Spirit,
Amen
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