My beloved husband, Kent, died in January 2012, 3 years after diagnosis of a brain tumour. Our son was 2 1/2 and our daughter 3 months old. He and I were far too young. I am now hurtling through the black space of life without him.

Monday, 24 December 2012

Matthew 7 and Psalm 91

I asked for bread
and I received a stone

Were these words not for me?

I asked for a fish
and I received a snake

It seems these words are not for me.

The terror of night
and the arrow that flies by day
have pierced my heart

Why are these words not mine?

Disaster has entered my tent
My foot has struck against a stone

How do I live without these words?

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