In the quiet of grief, where echoes dwell,
A story unfolds only the heart can tell.
Love so deep, its roots unshaken,
Leaves an ache when its source is taken.

Chairs left empty, traditions undone,
The light of the past eclipses the sun.
Yet in the shadows, a whisper grows,
A gentle reminder that love still flows.

The greater the love, the deeper the pain,
Yet love’s sweet memory will ever remain.
In the songs of the birds, the soft morning hue,
A promise of hope arises anew.

Through garland and stockings, the past appears,
Laced with laughter, now blurred by tears.
But God, in His mercy, meets us there,
With arms of comfort and tender care.

Each cardinal’s flight, each flicker of light,
Reminds us He’s near, through day and night.
In loss, we find His grace outpoured,
A love eternal, forever assured.

So, sit on the porch, breathe in the air,
Though the chair beside you may be bare.
The presence of love, though unseen, is real,
And through God’s embrace, we begin to heal.

In the quiet of grief, where pain may lie,
Faith lifts us up to see the sky.
For even in sorrow, His light breaks through,
And His promises whisper, “I am with you.”