When I asked God how I could hold my empty arms and carry what isn’t there, this is what he said: Rest.

Rest and let me remember you. I loved you then and I love you now.
I made you full and whole, laughter and noise, busy and quiet. But most of allI made you holy and I named you, “My Love”.

Rest, My Love and let your arms be filled; I am ‘The Gentlest of Cradlings’.

— Amen 

By Nuala Hope