Hopes high that she would recover.
It would be a happy Christmas after all.
But in moments, the daughter, treasured
Beyond measure, was in Jesus' arms rather
Than theirs.
Pain, new, and too intense to describe or
Comprehend.
Grief, beyond bearing, weighing them down
To the ground, prostrate before the only One who
Is able to lift them up to carry out their
Death duties,
The only One able to sustain them even
Through this.