Pain and tears flow in the chasm between.
After waiting for many years, one day a miracle happened: and I wait upon the day when another comes.
That first was the birth of my beloved daughter. I waited a long time for her. My Supplier knew her long before she was knitted together in her mother's womb, and I knew her too. If ever a child, this child, was wanted, it was her.
I helped deliver her. 'Twas my eyes that first saw her.
On the way to my tasks after the long night of her slowly making her way into the light, I rode through countryside in the sunrise, singing. This....
My heart was bursting with joy.
She was my Sweet Caroline. My Little Petal.
Life was good. We grew and played together. We were best together.
I adored my little girl.
But the earthquake came, unbidden, and we were dragged away from one another. The cries from both still echo.
The tears still flow.
I pray. She is silent.
The wound weeps.
I await a second miracle, patiently. Painfully. A Cross to Bear.
Meanwhile, I thank Him for my son who is a staunch fellow and, as a mature adult, my good friend.