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I had a choice that day

Updated: Nov 19, 2021

I had a choice that day:

Listening to the empathic wailing

Of the women

At my husband’s wake,

Feeling the deadness

In my chest:

Too much grief to express

And so every cell screaming in pain

Where tears were trapped.

A choice:

To live my life in bitterness

Slowly building

Internal prison walls

To keep pain out

But which would only

Embalm it unhealed.

The other:

Instead to seek life;

Lament my pain to God,

Show Him the secret places

Of my heartache

And hope

For His deliverance.

And then one day

Hope came

In a in tiny child

Of impoverished parents

And I knew at last

God was with me.

Poem by Jeannie Kendall, reproduced with permission

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