Matthew 5:4
Blessed are those who mourn.
This Memorial Day weekend, our hearts hurt for those who mourn.
Their loss–recent or long passed, family or friend, life or limb–leaves a broken place in their souls.
Lord God, hold those who mourn safely in the palm of Your hand. Cover them with Your perfect peace. Bless their souls.
I’m sorry that you’re broken-hearted
and hate to hear your anguished cries.
I know you mourn the dear departed,
but pilgrim, everybody dies.
The living need you more than ever,
and they need you hard and whole.
I’m not being snide, nor clever;
it’s just that weeping takes a toll.
The hole within cannot be mended
by any means we can avail,
but until this fight has ended
you have to walk the heroes’ trail.
Push it deep inside, that sorrow;
I swear, it will be there tomorrow.
When I see a roadside memorial, Andrew, I think, “please remember how they lived, not how they died.” We tend to focus on our losses, not the blessings.
So true…and my first novel. ‘Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart’, was in fact inspired by a roadside memorial.