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I Believe You
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I don’t understand
It doesn’t make any sense
She was only sixteen
Her life was hardly spent
I asked
I pleaded
It appeared
You’d said, “Yes.”
Then suddenly when all seemed safe
She took her last breath
Tears
Anguish
Turmoil
Insurmountable grief!
Faith testing sobs convulsed me
But…
I still chose to believe
I believe that You love her
I believe that You care
I’ve chosen to trust that You heard me
No matter what!
I believe You were there.
Wendy/2012
Last Tuesday night, I could not settle under my blankets until I’d written this poem. It is in memory of my niece who died, in her sleep, five years ago. November is the month that I remember people’s deaths that I have grieved. As the coastal skies weep torrents of nature’s tears, I am at peace.
After writing this poem, I fell straight to sleep. “If counting sheep doesn’t help you fall sleep – then talk to the Good Shepherd.”
Peaceful Blessings ~ Wendy
PS – I don’t want to go into the why at this time, but I have attached an old post that explains why I believe we cannot judge where another person has gone when they have died. We don’t know what conversation has taken place between them and God in their dying moments. He does! It’s not about earning Heaven – it’s about God’s grace.