Climb the Mountain

God has given you a mountain to climb.
No one can do it for you.
From here in the depths of the valley, the mountain towers.
The path is strewn with boulders, it will not be easy.
“Take me, Oh Lord, not my child.”
Sorrow and remorse will be your constant companions.
Anger and guilt will accompany you.
It feels like your heart is being ripped from your breast.
But, life goes on.
“Why my child, Lord?”
Is there light anywhere, has the whole world gone dark?
The world won’t stop and let you off, you must keep going.
If you try to make the trip alone it will be very long and very lonely.
You must endure.
“Oh God, it hurts.”
It seems as if no one understands your pain.
The anguish will consume all your strength.
Your zest for living is gone.
It hurts you just to breathe.
“Father, take away the ache.”
You will cry until there are no more tears.
“Oh God, where is my child?”
He answers with silence.
Sometimes you wish for the final silence.
The days are long
Sleep is elusive.
Sometimes you wish for the final sleep.
The nights are longer.
The memory will last a lifetime, it will never go away.
Deep within your heart your child lives on.
“God, please help me,” you cry, “I can’t do it alone.”
“My peace I leave with you,” you hear Him say.
“Your child is safe with me, you will see him again one day.”
“Father, take good care of him.”