You rejoice at invitations to our moments in Your sun.
Your eyes twinkle when fledgling parents
place their blessed bundles
in Your safekeeping.
Your head nods when a nervous father of the bride
and a tearful mother of the groom
request the honor of Your presence
in the marriage of his daughter to her son.
But Your delight does not always wear a smile.
Sometimes, You, on-call in a heartbeat,
dress for despair —
to calm frantic parents pacing living room floors
over runaway children,
to heal those who cry out Your name
from the shadows of hospital rooms,
to hear pleas from husbands and wives
who seek Your guidance
after a storm,
to enfold new widows and widowers
who weep twilight tears alone
in lonely houses.
During those darkest hours, Your delight is not in our grief alone
but that we shared it with You.
** Kim Kathleen Terry **