After The Fog, I Feel
The fog lifts and now I feel
Things beyond my control, my reach, my comprehension,
Emotions no longer supressed,
Thoughts no longer hidden,
Life no longer muffled.
After the fog, I feel.
I hear a baby cry, wishing it was you.
If only I could still hear you, touch you, hold you.
Your crib sits empty,
Empty like my heart, empty like my arms.
A barren reminder that
After the fog, I feel.
I know, despite my grief,
the fog must lift and I must feel
love again, joy again, here again.
One more moment to hold you would never be enough,
So from afar I love you,
Until after the fog, I feel you.
Sean and Lisa says
Aching for you and praying for God’s loving arms to encircle you, comfort you and bring His healing to your broken heart.Lisa
Inglesidemom says
Continuing to pray for you.Jen
ken says
Amy and Ty – Please know you are being prayed for by many in my prayer group (over 250, and who knows how many are fwd’d). Some are ones like you and ache for a loved child with the Lord. May you ever “look unto Jesus,” as you raise your children. Soon He will call all His children home. Trusting in Him with you. Clyde’s friend, ken
Brandi says
You know something, yesterday in the sermon we heard about the fog, and how life is but a vapor. I was drawn back once again to your precious family. God is still working even through the fog.
Regina Shea says
Amy dear,I will be praying for you as your grieve your little one. I’m so sorry for the lost of precious Emmy.Regina
Anonymous says
The Lord is my strength and my shield. My heart TRUSTED IN HIM and I AM HELPED. Therefore my heart greatly rejoices and with my song I will praise Him.Ps 28:7Stayed upon Jehovah, hearts are fully blest, finding as He promised – perfect peace and rest.I’m praying for you, though I don’t know you!
guinever says
I’ve been waiting for you to post again, wondering how you’re doing. Tomorrow is my daughter’s 5th birthday. She’s been gone nearly 3 years. The following is an excerpt from the memoir I wrote for her funeral:“As I sat in the little room in the ER, waiting for news, I cried and I prayed. I didn’t want God to take her. I begged for a miracle, for Him to bring her body back to us whole. As Abby’s pulse was dropping, my heart was dropping too, into the grave. I was broken and desperate. But even as my prayers were lifting up to God, so was Abby’s spirit going to Him too. I did not get the miracle I asked for. Our Heavenly Father wanted our sweet Abigail Helene back home with Him. And now she’s smiling and laughing and singing in Heaven.”To read more, just click on my name…Always holding you in my prayers. grace and peace, Guinever
Anonymous says
Amy, we are still praying for you and your family every day……In love,Crystal
Holly says
Sweetheart, I am thinking of you and your pain. I have cried from your loss – You don’t know me but your family is dear to me.I will continue to lift you up in the days and weeks ahead.
Anonymous says
I just wanted to let you know that the poem is beautiful and it helped me. I lost a baby girl last summer and continue every day with God to seek truth and understanding. Thank you for the beautiful poem!