A Silent Scream

(written, not from experience – but from hearing the screams of the voiceless) a letter from home, the womb where I grow… 2 Corinthians 12:9 “And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.” Torn from the sanctuary, without one breath my story begins… will she regret? My limbs are all growing, the silence in here, calm and serene like a song – her melody, gentle heartbeat growing, each cell a mystery… oh, I can’t wait to see her, this woman, expecting someone – perfect, a flawless poem written by her hope, a seamless beauty unspoiled by the past, this is my beginning and my soul cries out for the wonder of her touch, the kiss of her lips on my brow, this blessing of a mother’s love – oh, how she will smile when I arrive. But, wait… Torn from the sanctuary – my story is so brief I feel the darkness settling in – oh, this grief?!!! Torn from the sanctuary – pulled from the dream of a love that will never be a love that still believes – she was meant for me. Torn from the sanctuary, where there were no tears I feel my soul is crying without end to the miseries… Then I see Him – the One who created me the first grace that pours over my spirit the beautiful that isn’t wind or sea the wonder that reaches into my grief stills the darkness and whispers light to me Finally, I can see… even without the mother who I still love so deeply I have a hope that will complete me hope of a love that is beyond explanation love this alive survives every frustration love who’ll survive whatever may come as I struggle to remember… she wasn’t the only one who loved me… His grace is sufficient for the least of us… for the voiceless, for those who weep because there is sorrow, so much grief and abortion? – it claims the weak the tiny form of one who seeks unconditional love, love that sees it is this love that should bring sweetest dreams.