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Chloe's Vision

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As Hospital Chaplain the midwives would call me following a stillbirth. This captures one the most moving events when tears were released more by Chloe's observation than by my prayer.

A heavy quietness hung as I waited with Mum and Dad and Chloe. I professed my sympathy, my sorrow. Their response was emptiness unexpressed; while Chloe, hugged her teddy. It seemed a long time till the Midwife came with the basket; precious; laid upon the bed. Quietly she folded back the cover and there was Alexander; a big name for a tiny form, dark red, almost black, and lifeless. The simple prayer I said, dropped words of faith that sank, into the abyss. Chloe peered over the edge; “Isn't he beautiful? He has two eyes, a nose and a mouth.” Shoulders heaved, tears flowed, washing the darkness of the form we saw. With Chloe we saw.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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