When the holidays were over this year,
Putting away the nativity set brought tears,
Mary knows what I am going through,
She lost her son, too;
I asked for her compassion, mercy, and grace,
As the tears ran down my face.
I pray for all Heavenly help,
Knowing I can’t recover by myself,
Believing that many spiritual helpers guide,
Lovingly from the other side;
I work to open to their gifts,
So I may feel my soul uplift.
Through this unimaginable pain,
Every day I strive to gain,
The faith that only Heaven can send,
To help this sorrow to transcend,
To rise beyond my profound grief,
So that I may find the peace I seek.