POETRY
Melee Diamond
As small as a poppyseed
Almost an appleseed
These comparisons seem
So unfitting
As if disregarded muffin crumbs
Or apple pits
Could capture the significance
Of a child
But rather a melee diamond
Small but greatly treasured
Mined for in the dark hours
Of my prayer closet
Holding my lower abdomen
And a sacred secret
Across skin and muscles and tendons
I cradled you
Alongside my heart
Dreams of names and nurseries
You too were supposed
To grow
You came into my world
As two pink lines
Too quickly, as red streaks
You went away
Cramps echo loss
Hands cradle nothing
But a wobbly faith
I lift them to the sky
With a question “Why, O Lord?”
He answers with weeping, too
He can carry this heaviness
Of emptiness
He who has carried death
Yet lives, to him
Creation groans for resurrection
I am waiting
To see all things made new
The new earth lined with gemstones
A diamond
Reflecting everlasting light
Sarah Goldston lives in the rolling hills of central North Carolina with her husband and young daughter. She is an amateur poet, inspired by her journey of motherhood, living in the country, and working in the mental health field. She desires for her writing to point to the hope and peace we have in Christ.
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