You are there when I’m asked how many children I have, and I hesitate before I answer
Where did you go, my beloved child?
She weeps in the night, her cheek wet with tears. There is no one to comfort her.
At night when all is dim, the city fast asleep, I look out my window.
I feel it. I feel the emptiness like a glass shattering. The heaviest emptiness I have ever felt. A void so tangible that I feel my heart pounding, fingers trembling as those tears come. I will cry out the emptiness until I am whole again.
Jerusalem cries out. My child, where did you go?
My beautiful baby boy. Stillborn. Your mommy returned you with so much love. Love that can heal broken souls, love that can make every boo-boo better, love that can fill the world with happiness and purpose.
