Another One Gone

Rose on grave

Another one gone, God. Lack-a-day
Why did you take our babe away?
He was unborn. He had no life
Outside the womb. Yet Death ran rife
And made our unborn bleed away.
So: is there any more to say?

Maybe it’s better he is gone
To be with You. We must walk on
Meantime. Our babe goes first to heaven
To welcome us when we have risen.
Our unborn flees to God’s embrace
While we remain here in this place.

Perhaps it’s best. God knows. I don’t.
Shall I lose faith in God? I won’t.
God help me – death of life is part.
Until Death dies…
Valé, dear heart.


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