At a funeral
how the broken-open hearts
overflow with love
Today I want to tell you about my sorrow
But words catch like thorns in my throat.
Today we mourn the loss of someone we love deeply. Today there are no words. Only tears. And so for all who have lost someone they love deeply..heart of their own heart, flesh of their own flesh, I offer you my silent company. I mourn with you. I weep with you. And I hope with you. The hope of one who has been broken-hearted and again seen the dawn.
All this pain, Lord
all these broken hearts
broken open and flowing with beauty
Heaven escaping like steam from the geysers of love
that rush out of these parents’ broken hearts
2.6 million a year stillborn….
An overwhelming quiet
A heart stopping silence
Why is it that we must be broken to become more beautiful?
To finally reach out and connect
to honour each other’s pain
to realize each person is precious
and irreplaceable?
How mysterious this growing in love
that in losing the ones we love most
we become more loving
that in suffering we become more divine
just as You became human
to suffer with us
that we should never
no matter what
feel alone
Living in pain
we no longer live for ourselves
but for those we long for
and for those who are also broken by yearning
for little ones lost too soon
Our life is gift
and it is meant to be fruitful
We are not here for ourselves
but for others
to hold each other up with webs of love and hope
sparkling with dew-like tears
Above in the sky
a sound like thunder
a thousand angels’ wings
accompanying with solemn joy
the little souls who enter Heaven like shooting stars
and light up the sky
Never to fade
never to disappear
a light in the heavens always
Unique
irreplaceable
individuals
who will inspire us forever
Let us all become saints
so we can join them one day
and shed light into the shadows of a suffering world
May 3rd is international bereaved Mother’s Day. It is an important and beautiful opportunity to acknowledge all the mothers around the world who have suffered loss through miscarriage, stillbirth, child loss or painful struggles with infertility.
It is a chance to share grief and hope, to reach out and be vulnerable, to connect, to encourage, and to honour the women whose mother’s hearts are suffering deeply.
Every baby is, in the words of Still Life Canada, “a unique and irreplaceable individual.” It is fitting that we honour their passing with our whole hearts. Sometimes sharing your grief is the first step to allowing others to share theirs, too, and beginning to heal. Let’s break the silence with gentle words of love. Also, the Mothering Your Heart program is a lovely way to connect with other bereaved moms, be encouraged and supported in your journey of grief and healing. There is a Facebook page to share with other moms if you like, and a series of helpful emails you can receive each day leading up to Mother’s Day, with gentle ideas on self-care and nurturing your wounded heart, honouring your baby and seeking the stillness in which to discover the still, small voice of hope….
Wishing you all peace, strength, healing and hope…
With all my heart,
Anna
Mummy of Josephine, my little star in Heaven
Sorrow creeps into my heart
like a crazy caterpillar
and eats everything in sight.
Then falls exhausted
into a dreamy upside down slumber,
while the delicate paper-thin chrysalis
pulses with new life—
silent transformation.
From the broken walls of my heart
emerges a vivacious hope,
bourne up on the wings
of a butterfly.
You carry me above the waters
lest I drown in my sorrows
And it is safe
to let my heart break
because it falls
into your hands
And though it feels
shattered and broken
yet your love
my heart can heal
So carry me
above the waters
and make my heart
arise anew