Let Me Grieve

Let me grieve,
And let me sob
Allow me to cry
Let me be distraught

Let me mourn,
And let me sigh
Allow me to lament
My dear one has died

Let me in silence sit;
Let my tears run their track
Down my cheek, each one from my eyes,
For the sweetest one is no longer in my sight

Allow me to grieve
With anthem and sing
When my mouth needs an outlet
For this pain I am in

Let me be silent,
Without a word;
In the quiet of your presence
Let my heart be heard

Let me tell you, I'll feel joy
Once again;
But in this moment,
Just let me hang my head

I will be alright,
Though I'll always be different,
Not always from the trauma
But changed because of the moment

Let me grieve,
And let that be okay;
For the one I love is missing
Now from me every day

Poet's Lament

For once in my life,
I don’t have the words to tell You
How much it hurts.

My prayers feel short,
In ratio to the turbulence
In my soul that will not stop.

A piece of my heart has been stolen,
The isolation of rejection
Is more than this spirit can bear,

I need to know You are there.

For in this moment,
Even these tears are
More than I can bear

I want to be there.

Where Your Spirit sings,
The place where golden streets glisten
The Heaven where this sweet baby was taken.

My soul thirsts
For the spring of Your life,
The rest of Your pasture, my Father,
How long must I long for You, my Peace?

How long must I tell myself,
That I am blessed,
When my heart simply cries for rest?

Remind me of Your victory,
Speak Your life over me,
For in this death, I only feel the sting.

I apologize for these words;
A poem filled with the poet’s laments
Do not lift the soul as something simple should.

Yet these simple words,
Are the only prayers this poet can utter
When her heart is torn
In response to the grief of losing one, just born

So, Father, Jesus, Holy Spirit, sing!
Over me the mercies of a new morning.
For my spirit fails

Renew my faith, until on the new day
I can proclaim,
Why are you downcast, O my soul?
For the Lord, who is God,
Has been good to the one you love

In His arms she sleeps,
In His arms she rests,
Fully healed, and at her best.

So sing to the God of Hope,
Who renews Your soul
Who gives wings to dreams,

Let me feel that
Even amid this pain
This poet’s lament,
Can be a hymn of praise