Site icon Justine Froelker

To Our Glories

Last night I had the honor of speaking at the Angel of Hope ceremony. The beauty of hundreds of people holding candles and laying white flowers around the Angel of Hope statue in honor of their children who have died was breathtaking. I am thankful to have remembered my three babies and give words to our glories.

To Our Glories

The darkness left behind by the loss of you

can feel as if the breath,

the very essence of who we once were

and who we wanted to be,

has been taken from us.

Some days the darkness so heavy it can be difficult to put one foot in front of the other,

let alone breathe.

Some days the dawn strikes

and our love for you fills us with wonder so powerful it propels us forward

in the day of the living.

The wonder of how your giggles

would have filled our souls with joy,

instead allowing our hearts to hear for us in the silence that can stifle us.

The silence of your life gone too soon

scarring our souls,

trusting we always know and see you

as our hearts will forever speak you.

Missing the warmth of your skin in our arms

and yet, we feel you

holy every day and always.

Never to know the tangible completeness

always wondering who you might have been

and who we could have been.

And yet, trusting and knowing we are whole,

even in our endless longing.

We will spend the rest of our lives moving through the grief

with whatever grace we can muster in that day.

Choosing to give ourselves graceful permission to embrace

the paradox that is defining our happy ending

within the arms of lifelong loss.

Within these arms of permission

and unwavering hope we can find our truth.

Our truth to live our lives in pure honor of you.

Because through this honor we fight,

fight to take back the pieces of ourselves

that grief has tried to plunder from our souls.

Taking back the pieces of you in us

battling to weave them into the fabric

of what we must carry with us always.

The battle of who we once were

and who we are now

as we parent you from afar.

Parenting with scarred souls

the scars which were once shattered hearts

through which we are forever changed.

Forever changed

and yet choosing to be always healing.

Healing within the complicated gray

of our eternal love for you and the darkness of grief.

In the tension of sorrow and love,

walking into this complicated gray

awakening to life in color

we breathe glory into our lives.

The glory of our love for you.

The glory of you.

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