Mother, I never knew hunger:
You fed me always.
Mother, I never was weary:
You carried me close.
Mother, I never grew cold:
You cocooned me with love.
Mother, you never saw my face:
I opened my eyes on the glory of God.
Mother, you never saw me smile:
I laugh for joy in the heavenly place.
Mother, you never heard my voice:
I sing and I dance and I shout with glee.
You never held me in your arms
And yet you gave me life,
So Jesus treasures me safe from all harm.
The mother awoke and smiled tears of delight.
But O, sweet child of mine,
I miss the sound of breathing through the night.
Joy in the Mourning 
This is so beautiful. What a gracious reminder that living in the ‘now and the not yet’ it makes so much sense to be both outrageously glad and supremely sad at the same time.
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