Birth

Weep my love Joy will come but sorrow creeps on coat tails of our immortality But now gaze on the brilliance of our hope that after death Life is birthed our love born tara jennings

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Nick Bagnall

Date: 11/17/2011 6:17:00 AM

Not what I was expecting, nicely put together, enjoyed.

Tara Jennings
Date: 5/3/2013 8:23:00 AM

My grandmother passed away while I was pregnant. There was a bitter sweet healing in holding our child for the first time when grief was still so heavy in our hearts. The wonder of love is that even in death it is alive and shows us God's grace in its everlasting strength, passing from us to our children in a legacy of hope. The greatest hope in life is love and how it transforms us beyond frail bodies that wither away.