Mourning into Dancing (by r.de vries)

I should dance in God's presence, they say,
though my heart is burdened with grief.

I should revel in God's mercy, they say,
though my life is shattered with pain.

My partner has died.
This is the dark night of my soul.

Days and months press on.
Evenings and mornings lumber past.

My grief is great; my soul cries out,
"Why me, O God? Why me?"

"Not you, my child. Not you.
Your spouse has died. Not you.

I gave you life. I gave you joy.
I can give again."

Sabbath.

Rest now, and begin again.

The sun burns brighter - so slightly brighter.
The pain of the grave becomes the power of grace.

Step by step, God works his miracle.

"You shall dance again, my child.
You shall dance again."

You, O God alone, can turn
My mourning into dancing.

Miss you so much my precious angel.
Mark