january 27, 2010

Hard to believe. Four years ago?

And so, a poem that was given to me by a friend just when I needed it and it has been held dear since that day.

Still Birth
The Spirit blows where it will.
Life moves among molecules, touching
the baby waiting to be still
born with the same love it lavishes
on the ancient priest whose life
has been sacrifice and celebration.

The Spirit breathes in all flesh.
Love is not long or short.
Every heartbeat adds a note
to a song only God can hear;
when one heart stops, another
takes the melody. We sing
even in our sorrow.


-       Marilyn Chandler McEntyre

As well as a reminder that the sorrow doesn't stay sorrow forever, but there is always good news coming.