A Mother's Grief
A MOTHER’S GRIEF
Jane’s Poem, by Ralph Sorter
Oh, grief’s pain, be forever gone
You rob my strength
My only child has been taken away
The cruelty of cancer, the thief
By day I find moments of peace
But by night, I bury my face in the pillow of grief
The stabbing pain seems to come and go
Yet the One who rebukes my storm remains by my side
You, too, Holy Father, are acquainted with grief
Pain’s knife also pierced Your heart
As Your only child hung from the cross
The cruelty of sin, the thief
When dark clouds folded the sky
The ground shook for the One it must bury
You turned Your face, for You could not look
At the sin He bore so that I might be free
You who buried Your face in Your hands
Understand when I bury mine
For a brief moment in eternity’s time
Your Son was alone so that I would never be
But the peace I seek comes to stay
When the truth heals this wrenching heart
That the same resurrection that brought return of Your Son
Is my promise too…so I can embrace her once again
Fly away grief, be forever gone
Fly away Alex, to your eternal home
Fix your eyes on the Gate
I won’t be far behind