BABY HOPE
What should we say of this day
How shall we describe its pain
If grief is a word so inadequate
How shall we gather up or even measure
So many tears now falling
Into this garden of sorrow
Will we ask God for an answer
Since no one can say
Why this infant life
Should not come to stay
Why we must gather this way
To say goodbye
Even before sweet welcome
Why baby Hope is taken from us
Before a joyful sound is heard
Love is sorrowing for her loss
A mother's love -arms waiting to hold
God's gift withheld
A father's love helpless before
So powerful a foe as death
A pastor's love so frail and shaken
Who must speak for God
And now give answer
Who is this other One I hear weeping
In this garden of grieving
Who is this who reaches out first
To take up the cup of sorrow
This chalice of tiers
Who is this who consumes it fully
Leaving only one drop
For each of us to taste
Is not this garden Gethsemane
Where God came first to weep for us
Again today that we weep
Not alone
Is not this garden Paradise our home
Where Hope now lives and awaits
Our coming too?
Dedicated to newborn baby Hope February 2000. Fr. James Curtin
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