Borrowed Breath

Hurt and pain are all around us,
Aching hearts,
Tears run dry.
Life’s trials so oft confound us,
Love departs
Without goodbye.

And here we sit in this conflict
Of loss and grief
This sting of death,
From our lives and hearts ripped
Time too brief,
Robbed of breath. 

There are no words to ease this ache,
This empty place,
This gaping hole.
There is no bandage to heal this break,
This lost embrace,
This fractured soul. 

Yet wordlessly the Savior finds us
Here in this loss,
Here is this pain.
His arms of grace hold and bind us
He whispers soft,
“Trust me again.”

My heart wants to trust and hope,
To find faith,
To find belief.
But it takes all my strength just to cope
In this place,
In this grief. 

Lord, hold me just a little longer,
Please just stay,
Do not let go.
In my groaning, prove you’re stronger,
Than my dismay,
Than this crushing blow.

Dedicated to Roman and Jenn Bussetti
(upon the loss of baby Roman)