115: A Death of a First-Born


ONE young life lost, two happy young lives blighted,

With earthward eyes we see:

With eyes uplifted, keener, farther-sighted,

We look, O Lord, to Thee.

 

Grief hears a funeral knell: hope hears the ringing

Of birthday bells on high;

Faith, hope and love make answer with soft singing,

Half carol and half cry.

 

Stoop to console us, Christ, Sole Consolation,

While dust returns to dust;

Until that blessed day when all Thy Nation

Shall rise up of the Just.

 

 

This poem can be found in the volume, Christina Rossetti, The Complete Poems.

Think about how the poem made you feel. When those grieving turn to their faith, are you glad they have something to hope in, or curious why they aren’t more angry at the god that took their heart away?

May you live out another beautiful poem in the collection of your life today, and we’ll see you again tomorrow.

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