Wednesday, November 9, 2011
For Lindsay and Emily
This poem was written by my wife, Robyn Bloem, in December of 2001, just a few months after our daughter, Lindsay, was killed on September 11, 2001. She was eight months pregnant with our first grand child, Emily Hope, who was also pronounced dead at the scene. Robyn and I were driving behind her when it happened and two of our sons were also with us. We firmly believe that it was no accident that Lindsay went to church that night to pray for the families of the victims of those dreadful terrorist attacks. She also wanted to pray for the first responders, our President and the terrified nation. She and Emily were brutally killed by a seventeen year old man who was returning from a cancelled rock concert that night; cancelled because of the terrorist attacks. On his way home from the cancelled show, he and his buddies were shooting up heroin as they drove. The police found open syringes in their car. A few months later, we finally were told the toxicology reports. When the examined blood results came back, it stirred this response by the head of the Michigan State Forensics Lab; This man had enough heroin, crack and marijuana in his blood stream to put down six men.
I believe Robyn's response in this poem is a testimony to the strong faith she has in our Lord Jesus Christ,
Something's happened in my heart
That words cannot describe;
Life on earth has changed for me
Since my precious ones have died.
The angels were attending,
Their wings were closed to wait;
The "accident" that took your lives,
We're left to contemplate.
Your purposes completed
"Early" seems so true-
For life is long and grief is ours
Continuing without you,
Plans for future, plans for us-
All stopped the day you slept,
Two little souls now rest in Christ;
We know His Word's been kept.
We, wet and somber clay,
This world does not entice.
Our happiness does not grow here
And grief is shared with Christ.
Meeting you again my Loves,
A day I think of often,
The curse so great and cumbersome.
Reunion thoughts do soften.
You both eternal rest enjoy,
Willing, loving servants;
Our prayers no longer needed
But our love is just as fervent.
The saints you've met we cannot know
Being so completely earthbound;
Consigned humanity we live
Traverse on curs-ed ground.
Soon, I pray, reunion's song
We'll sing with heaven's tune,
We'll cry no more for loved ones missed,
Nor visit grassy tombs.
For just a twinkling will you wait-
Without the fear and dread?
For then together raptured up,
The living and the dead.
O Come, O come, Emmanuel
With angels' wings extended,
The joy, reunion, no more strain;
Heart-gripping pain is ended.
We'll shout for joy as heaven claps
With tears of joy unspeakable
As He cups our weary chins.