~Dedicated to my beautiful Jillian, my joy who came after the sorrows.
Gossamer: n. a soft sheer gauzy fabric…something delicate, light, or flimsy...a fine film of cobwebs often seen floating in the air...adj. sheer, light, delicate, or tenuous.
Gossamer
Phone rings
Chafes the scar
Yesterday's pain unburied
Precious life
Gossamer
Cradled on wisp, away
Oh these cobwebs
Memories woven
Joy to sorrow unraveling
Relentless night
The flow of life
Ebbs soft, in shawl of pain
Though day reveals
Heart made raw
Wrapped in tattered garment
Beyond the weave
Soul will see
His wings unfurled, unchanging
~B. DesChamps
June 23, 2011
...that which tears open our souls, those holes that splatter our sight, may actually become the thin, open places to see through the mess of this place to the heart-aching beauty beyond. To Him. To the God whom we endlessly crave.” ~Ann Voskamp, One Thousand Gifts
While my son was very young and before we were blessed with Jillian, I cried through two miscarriages nearly a year apart. So long ago… And now my lovely daughter knows that same ache, and that far off pain feels like yesterday.
I'm so sorry, Jilly...
Through it all, I will stand by Jillian and share her tears. For if I’m willing to rejoice fully with those who rejoice, I must be willing to mourn deeply with those who mourn, or I live only half a life. Life is joy, wonder, and laughter. Life is sorrow, loss, and tears. I must embrace it all to fully live.
And I desire that she should learn to live as well; to dance the dance of life…and be healed. Grace can teach us both to dance with loss as gracefully as with joy. And while we’re learning, Jesus will take our hands, kiss our dampened cheeks, and hold our hearts to His.
I'm so sorry, Jilly...
Through it all, I will stand by Jillian and share her tears. For if I’m willing to rejoice fully with those who rejoice, I must be willing to mourn deeply with those who mourn, or I live only half a life. Life is joy, wonder, and laughter. Life is sorrow, loss, and tears. I must embrace it all to fully live.
And I desire that she should learn to live as well; to dance the dance of life…and be healed. Grace can teach us both to dance with loss as gracefully as with joy. And while we’re learning, Jesus will take our hands, kiss our dampened cheeks, and hold our hearts to His.
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