infertility · Poetry

Lest I Forget

lest I forget
it was sorrow,
but closeness with you.
it was grief,
but joy in your Presence.
it was heartache,
but bound-up wounds.
it was silence,
but not from You.

lest I forget
I was cradled
right from the grave
to the garden
under the darkness,
but the canopy of stars
is what I remember
the most.

breathing in broken air,
but just breathing
was the miracle there.
and it was flowers
and Novembers,
and pink skies,
summer nights
where Your blessing
took over my life
and I was crying
and laughing
and breathing
and longing
and it was beautiful
lest I forget!

-S.V.F.

(photo taken in 2019 months before getting pregnant with our firstborn, on the brighter side of healing. Thank you, God❤)

Poetry

And That Was That

You don’t have to make a painful thing good.

This poem was inspired by my struggling through the question,

Why is it so easy for some women to get pregnant and others not? How can a woman have two babies before another woman even has one? Or why do some women experience so much pregnancy loss while others never experience deep pain?

And since I believe in God, I KNOW He heals and redeems the stories that haunt us, that come as a result of this broken world. . . I mean, I wrote a whole book of poetry about the beauty God miraculously did in my sotry!

But I still struggle with all the “tiny seeds” that never get to be.

infertility · Poetry

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Friday was fun! Thank you for your orders.😍 I believe these words will be beautiful company + comfort to your spring. I’m so glad they are on their way. One has already arrived! Printed and received in England.❤

Spring has not always felt like spring for me (or you, I see you) and so these words getting to you right now is part of the art of HGaE. Because, yes there are flowers on the cover and God made spring in my soul and we go on that journey, but it’s a process. There are years spent in “Opposites.” And you need winter words for winter seasons when its spring outside. You need harsh poems without pretty bows or blooms. You need to read about how you feel when you feel numb.

Pain doesn’t get the final say, but it does say something. So we let it have a voice. Honesty exposes the reality of hope. And healing in God happens/is happening, but we don’t have to rush a single thing.

May the words in Hope Gives a Eulogy bring warmth to your winter and the hope of your coming spring. May these poems wait with you wherever you are.

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