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Friday, July 22, 2011

Little Fingers

A poem that my brother, a pilot, wrote last fall about Makiah.  He just shared it with me.  Such beautiful grief... another oxymoron. Thank you to all those who have shared their memories of her and held our hands in this walk of weeping.

Fingers and Flesh

Little girl why are your fingers so cold?  Arise sweet child! Arise!

With these fingers you held my hands while we played in the park. 
With these fingers you held my neck when you leapt from the ground to draw me close.
With these fingers you touched my heart, straight through the flesh touched my beating soul.
With your little eyes you held my gaze, hours gone by, through the camera your captive.

With these fingers you touched my picture, each morning and night asked my blessing.
With these fingers you touched the wife that I have yet to know.
With these fingers you pointed to my plane, reminding mommy you know where I roam.
With these fingers you blessed the twins whose flesh you will never hold. 

With these fingers, broke my throbbing heart, stained my wetted cheeks. 
With these fingers you held Yahweh’s gaze… “Jesus, I want to see you face to face!”
With His fingers He’s carried you home.
Little girl why are your fingers so cold?  Arise sweet child!  Arise! 

Oh that blessed day, when your Savior cries…Arise sweet child!  Arise!

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