Beauty and Truth in Sorrow – Part 1

Mary TeckYear of the Pilgrim

The following selection of poetry was written by Well-Read Mom member Josephine Corr-Elsenpeter, from her larger collection of poems entitled “Beauty and Truth in Sorrow”. They are posted now in honor of National Pregnancy and Infant Loss day, on October 15th. A second selection will be posted next week.

The Cup

The precious gift you sent to me

Was wrapped in swaddled pink

 

Her lips were sealed in quiet adieu

The cup of sin she would not drink

 

Her eyes were shut in peaceful sleep

Carnal desires were not bequeathed

 

Her heart laid still within her chest

Warm from the womb that paired as her tomb

 

This wholesome cup of suffering from which I was chosen to drink

 

Was the ultimate paradox of life and death

For which I was forced to think

 

This was sin at its worst

For the devil a succulent taste of Hell

 

And salvation at its finest

For Jesus wanted to pass but did drink His cup well

 

Burden

Avoiding the unavoidable

Discussion of death

Of the long-awaited daughter

The day is coming

The day will pass

Few will be wiser

Fewer still know what to say

 

darting eyes, fidgety self

alluding to the day

awkwardly twirling topics

better days, happier ways, counting blessings, ignoring heartstrings

evading the what may have been

 

Skirting the issue

Is too easy for you

You must be on your way

This burden is mine

 

uncomfortable, unsettling, woeful

 

To carry the memory

Of the long-awaited daughter

Whose first breath was none but death

Forever tarnishes

The life I dared call my own

This burden I must carry alone

 

Coping

Feet tread the earth

And lungs breath the air

But there’s a place I’d rather be

For everything separates you from me

 

A day seems a thousand years

Bearing the weight of the world

A pregnant pause drawing you in

Invites hope to begin

 

The hope of seeing you again

Yet as the first time

And all those who’ve gone before

Lives abruptly ended evermore

 

Warm tar throughout the day

Seldom seems to harden or soften either way

Chores to be done; a night full of rest

All to begin it again

 

That moment of encapsulated hope

Is just enough to help me cope

 

Josephine Corr-Elsenpeter, a native of Iowa,  lives in the Brainerd Lakes Area with her husband and children. After 20 years of homeschooling their four boys, she has rediscovered her love for painting and has discovered a hidden talent for writing, that she does not want to put under a basket. She enjoys her Catholic faith, family, anything outdoors, reading, and her female Golden Retriever.