There is not much to say except that things are really, really uncertain right now. The damage to Dawn’s brain is extensive, and there really is not much hope. We know that our God is a God of miracles, and we know that He can change things even now, but if not — Does that mean He isn’t God?
I’ve been thinking so much about Dawn and wondering so many things —
What was on your mind, as you stepped into that ordinary morning?
Trash to be taken out, blueberries to pick.
So conscious of your Heavenly Father,
Such an incredible wife,
So very nurturing as a Mom.
So alert to the needs around you,
So faithful as a friend.
Ah, Dawn, what have you already seen?
Can you see your family keep their loving vigil?
Do you see us praying desperate prayers?
Do you know how much we want you back?
Do you hear the angels singing and your Father’s voice?
Do you feel the pull of Heaven and light and perfect health?
We want to ask “why” (and we do, we do!!!)
Somewhere in these desperate hours
We wait and wish for an august explanation,
And bang our prayers like bloodied hands against
The wall that stands between the known and where you are.
And wait. Our tears an offering of our love.