A Poem of Remembrance

Advent waiting, an examination of love,
Beneath Messiah-eyes above.
Sundays to consider, pray, and see,
Unexpected blessings poured graciously.

But in the warmth of gratitude's flame,
A lingered sorrow remains, among whispered names.
Heavy hearts, amid barren chairs,
Where love once lived, now echoes bare.

A fall wind, it softly brings
The Christ-Creator in everything.
Yet grief, unrestrained, finds its way,
To shade light on this bright day.

A mother gone, a child estranged,
A dream dead, a life rearranged.
The laughter fades; the tears run free,
Haunted memories our souls release.

But here we are, navigating the ache,
His love robust, it will not break.
For every wound, His hands absorbed,
A cruciform act holding back the storm.

So let us remember, through tears and time,
Beholding his mercy amid souls benign.
In a fractured world, His grace is shown,
Immanuel, nobody walks alone.

For joy in trials, though lined with blood,
A faith will hold with roots in love.
Advent calls, with shaky voice,
To pray, to heal, to make a choice.

In Christ, our hollows find its fill,
In Christ, the storms are real and still.
A prayer we lift for peace to reign,
A hope springs eternal through joy and pain.