For your Maker is your husband, the Lord of hosts is his name...
Father of the fatherless and protector of widows is God in his holy habitation.
My dear Cindy,
I heard a song and I thought of you!
I remembered a poem and I thought of you!
And I thought of grief and joy and love and life...and I thought of you, my precious sister-friend!
And I remembered your delightful, creative, godly love of your life Craig, who is now "exploring the mysteries of Christ."
Most of all, I remembered Jesus who has experienced grief and joy and love and life...all of it, so He knows!
So for you my dear friend Cindy (and for those you love and who love you and your Craig) as you face the loss of your dear husband:
First the poem...
Paul Laurence Dunbar
A crust of bread and a corner to sleep in,
A minute to smile and an hour to weep in,
A pint of joy to a peck of trouble,
And never a laugh but the moans come double;
And that is life!
A crust and a corner that love makes precious,
With a smile to warm and the tears to refresh us;
And joy seems sweeter when cares come after,
And a moan is the finest of foils for laughter;
And that is life!
And then the song:
God Is Love
All we hold is frail and brief
Patched together by belief
The pattern only partially
Revealed for us to see
What are tears but seeds we sow?
In fields unseen such harvest grow
Whose joys will one day overflow
The measure of our grief
If God is love
Then love we trust
Is strong enough to hold our sorrow
If God is love He carries us
We will not fear what comes tomorrow
Love will heal us
For God is love
Then suffering's no enemy
And poverty, no poverty
And death our greatest victory
When swallowed up in life
Though sorrow surge at every step
Yet goodness is assured
For none that harms or troubles here
Will speak the final word
Love speaks the final word