The loss of a child is the most devastating thing a parent can endure. It cuts deep into the soul. Grief can take over every part of life until you can’t feel anything else, you can’t breathe, and you can’t even see the sky. There seems to be no way out.
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Over and over come the words from well-meaning family and friends--
“You need to get over it...” “Time to move on...” And the grieving parents are broken-hearted yet again that they must stuff their pain and their memories back inside, so others won’t have to see them. She lifted her face to the sun, shielding her eyes from the light. A hint of dampness hung in the fresh morning air, still fragrant with dew. She reached her hand upward, considering the lush fruit. “Ah... That one,” she whispered to no one, plucking the biggest piece and admiring its perfection. A smile played at the corners of her mouth as she bit into the pear, juicy and sweet.
She continued her walk, wandering among the trees along the river. An eagle flew overhead; she could hear its wings cut the air as it passed. Grasses reached toward the sky. Brilliant colours of wildflowers filled the fields. The world was still a beautiful place. A different kind of beautiful. Not like before. A tinge of sadness touched her heart. Very beautiful, yes. But not like before. Footsteps pounded on the path ahead. Someone was coming. She darted off the trail into the thick growth and crouched low. Adam had warned her not to go so far. She peered through the leaves till she saw a young man round the turn. She held her breath. Had he seen her? Her heart beat faster. The book of Genesis gives the historical account of a worldwide flood. Humanity had become so corrupt that it grieved the heart of God, so much so that He would eliminate them from the earth. The rains would come, He promised, destroying all land creatures and all mankind.
Yet there was one man among the masses who honoured Him, and the Lord would spare that man and his family. In His mercy, God provided an escape. He directed the man to build it. It was there for anyone who would turn from evil and trust in Him. An ark. God had specific instructions concerning the ark, for both its design and its contents. The baby’s cries break the stillness of the night. His little fists flail as his mother unwraps him and changes the soiled strips of cloth for fresh swaddling bands. She pulls him closer and coos softly to quiet him. The rustle of hay in the stalls...the lowing of cattle...the pounding of hooves in the dirt are the music of a lullaby. She strokes his velvet cheek. She smiles into his pinched, round face and marvels at his newborn perfection. “Beautiful boy,” she whispers.
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March 2025
AuthorSandra Grace was born and raised near Moncton, New Brunswick. It was there she began her writing, tapping out stories for her children. |