My Son, My Sun

Dedicated to two very special friends (you know who you are) who feel this pain as deeply as I do. And to all the other mothers out there who have known the same.

God gave me a son

Who was my sun.

He gave me a son

And a cloud.

And I am still

Trying to find the son.

The sun is behind a cloud.

Since I can't see

What's in store for me,

Or worse...far worse...

For him...

God, please take care

Of my son

Find the sun...please...

For him.

Like a Child

Like a Child...

Like a child...

I block out the "logic",

I tear down the walls.

Like a child,

I open it, my chest

Vulnerable,

And say,

"Here I am Lord,

As much like a child

As I can be...

Do what you will."

And you do...

Except for what

I do not let go of.

And there always seems

To be something.

Like a child,

I always hold

Something back

In my greedy grasp.

Like a child,

Help me pull back each

Grasping finger

And let it all go...

Just let it all go...

And hold my open

Psalm.