FROM HIS SORROW TO OUR JOY BY KAREN SILA

FROM HIS SORROW TO OUR JOY

I cry,
Not over spilt milk,
But sorrow that’s too deep.
Mourn weep,
Death did sting, he’s gone as if with the wind.

Beautifully eulogized.
Words kind actions sweet,
I know they care but it’s too much no bear.
Wishing for time on rewind.
Hearing him laugh his belly set on a dance,
See his smile easing moments tense,
Smell his scent glad that he’s present,
His touch reminder that I’m secure,
Taste his food burnt seasoned with love.

Tears streaming mind meditating,
He preached it, she asked it.
“Momma how long will you be sad?”
Simply asked, how long.

Freely He gave Him up,
Drinking of my cup, sin guilt& shame.
His most beloved given unto death,
Man of sorrow was His name.
Blood shed body broken, for this He came,
Love in death&in love raised up.

Pain & sorrow all too familiar,
Able to wipe away my tears.
Dealing with my fears,
Grief& meditations to these His comfort.

Lived in a world of pain sorrow &tears,
Ascended to where be no more pain sorrow &tears.
Arise live, in Him believe,
Him give the lead.
Gone is my knight in shining armour, long lives the King of my heart!

Sadness still be my way?
Nay.
Embracing Christ without delay,
Happy in His mercies new every morning,
Glad that she’s still here calling me mommy.
Learning to live & love life.