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Resurrection of the Dead

Dear God,
You’ve got me on my knees
And my heart is wracked with grief
I’ve counted 5 loved ones lost in the past 4 years
God do you even hear me?
Have you tried to wipe away my tears?
Do you see my shaken faith?
Have you heard the sound of my heart break?
And why do you take the ones I hold so close
My heart just can’t seem to let them go.
You ask me to sing praise
But I do not want to sing
Cause my heart is drown in sadness and suffering
I’ve heard it said You won’t give me anything I can’t handle
But Lord….I’M….NOT…..THAT…...STRONG
And to me eternity feels so long
And to me each memory recounts a loving bond
I’ve heard every cliche
And I still don’t know what to say
Because none of them can console
My heart and its gaping hole
My pain is real
My hurt is deep
My heart is raw
And so i weep
Can you come to me in the dark
And provide healing for my heart?
Because I know enough about you….
To know that you wept too.
That you are the healer of all wounds
And you spoke to the dead girl saying “Talitha Koum”
You said little girl arise
And she opened up those big blue eyes
And in the midst of Martha and Mary’s wound
You called Lazurus out of the tomb
You gave a widow a second chance with her son
When everyone thought his story was done
You breathed new life into weary bones
And this is what I know
So as I lift my head tears falling down my cheek
I find my courage to state what I believe:
I believe in the resurrection of the dead
And the life of the world to come
I want to change this grief
Though it won’t change the outcome
So Lord I give you permission to start
Mending my shattered and broken heart
So bind up my bleeding wounds
Because I believe your words are true
So take my tears
And tell me what I need to hear
Turn my sorrow into dancing
And help me to see each day as a new beginning

And God said I know your loss
My only Son hung on a cross
His anguished cry “Father why have you forsaken me?”
Filled my tender heart with grief.
When Jesus bore that crimson stain
He and I felt the pain
With wounds on His hands and His feet
All the world saw defeat
The sting of death evident
My heartache was prevelant
As the Earth quaked
My heart continued to break
So, my dear….
I’ve heard your shattered heart loud and clear
I’m a Father who can empathize
I hear your anguished cries
I see your fragile heart and each tear
And I am handling it with tender, love and care.
I’ve seen the devastation in your heart but I know it can be mended
Because each loss does not mean that each relationship has ended
It just means that it now runs on eternal time
And you’ll always have companions who will guard and guide
As you go about each new day
Always remember to pray
Because that will strengthen the loving bond
And then it will feel as if their spirit lives on
Allow yourself to cry when you’re feeling blue
For all the strong ones do
And it is true
That even Jesus wept at the tomb
Because death was never part of the plan
It only entered after the Fall of man
You say your faith was shaken
But I say you my daughter are mistaken
Because you are stronger than you know
Because while you may see your journey as linear
I have seen you grow.
Cause it is not easy to state what you believe
Even in the midst of unspeakable grief
And in every deep heartbreak
You’ve planted an even deeper seed of faith
And everything you know about me is true.
But rather than resurrect the dead in the grave now maybe the solution is to resurrect the dead in you.
Right now your heart is like a guarded tomb
But I want your heart to be a living room
A place where those you love gather for a short time
Until I call them to this palace of Mine
A room where you hang up every scar in your heart
As if they were a piece of art.
Because they are the proof
That I’m creating your heart anew
And in the quiet of that room
I want you to hear me say “talitha koum”
Little girl arise….
And open up those big brown eyes
And see the joy that surrounds you
Because there is nothing that I the Lord cannot do.
Like Lazurus I called your name
And straight to me you came
Like the son who got a second chance
You are free to sing and dance
All yours wounds I did debride
I say from your grief you are free indeed.
Your Savior and friend
A King who died and rose again

About this poem

I wrote this poem after a string of losses. For me it was very healing to go back to what I know about Jesus. The poem came together freely and it was certainly not what I was expecting when I sat down to write, but it was exactly what I needed to hear. And I hope that it will help someone weather their own grief and loss.

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Written on September 15, 2022

Submitted by hannahm.30833 on October 04, 2022

Modified on March 05, 2023

4:34 min read

Quick analysis:

Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 4,361
Words 915
Stanzas 2
Stanza Lengths 53, 67

Hannah Gonneville

As a child no one ever thought I would become a writer. I had trouble with writing and instead of writing from left to right I would write from right to left. But I believe that God has a plan and a message for me to share so I keep writing because I know the words that I need to hear are probably also the words that someone else is longing to hear. Today I work full time for the Catholic Church. In my spare time I like to read, write spoken word poetry, draw and do use my imagination to create something beautiful. more…

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  • tanyas.74554
    I liked your poem. Your word choice captured the emotions you were feeling when you wrote it and left an impression on me.

    I was also told God won't give us anything we can't handle, but it's not true. Sometimes God gives us things that are far beyond our strength so when we make it through to the other side, we can't say it was us who got ourselves through, it was God who carried us through. That way God get's the glory and not us.

    I hope you'll read the book God Speaks by Ray Comfort and the videos about depression and anxiety, from a Christian perspective, at bradhambrick.com/videos, if you are still suffering. They helped me a lot.
    LikeReply6 months ago
  • Abbykesington
    Grief was very palpable. Beautiful written
    LikeReply6 months ago


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