It is an indescribable emptiness and pain that a person feels whose child will no longer come home. Silence is the only thing that still lingers after they are gone. The sound of their voice wakes you up at night. You hear them laughing or crying out to you and it is so real that you wake up disoriented.
Their friends no longer call for them. And the pain is even worse when your child is gone because of the choices made by another person who had no idea how precious they were to you. One parent said to me, “If they had only known them, they would never have done what they did.”
There may never be enough comfort for these parents in this life. But perhaps this poem will open a door of understanding in your mind, to give you a glimpse of what your child saw before they left this earth.
Eternity is a wisp of wind away. The light of stars from long ago first falls on our eyes after dozens of generations of people have come and gone. A thousand years to God is like a day to us. God wisks us away in a moment of time that cannot be divided by 2.
The thoughts of God towards us outnumber the sands of the ocean. His kindness, power, light, and glory invade the habitation of evil and sorrow and carry the precious ones we love into the very place God is enthroned. No sorrow is found there - only “a river whose streams make glad the city of God,” and “a tree whose leaves bring healing to the nations.”