What can I tell you after the dust of these years? Which words will I find within me I will seek His face… I will search within me… Umbilical Cord

That is still waiting… since I never said “goodbye” Cruel and merciless hand And the hand is mine Your mother’s hand and not another’s. Clenched hand…cruel, turning away, In vain the cries of you hearts:

Holes we are Still a life for us here At this time

And the hand is reaching closer…

You shrink.

Sharp pain…loss of any sensation. Rejected and abounded…orphans from father and mother. Behold…relieved…your spirit is with Him

Wondering…

What’s next in your destiny my babies? Strong hand gathering…leaning…holding. Knows you well Brings you home…covers. And, I, your mother went on my way… Small trees in my garden I nurtured That grew bigger and bear fruit. Yet still my heart aches.

The fruit of Tom and Derech, my babies, I didn’t know Sleepless nights I never encountered… One thing…and another I never gave you From the storehouse that I had… And now, before my Creator I stand Covered with shame… Words are stuck in my chest… Yet angels surround me… Still I come…lay my heart… Deceitful heart…

And yet, His arms He reached out to me… His fingers gather my tears… Softly leaning toward me… Whispered words of forgiveness and atonement. From desperation… into hope. The purity of His eyes…reflects in my eyes…

His freedom is mine Allow me to walk my way in peace. Yet your eyes, what are they telling me?

Can I walk in peace, While I have no peace with you? Will I find peace in my heart, Tom and Derech, will you forgive me? My tiny ones, my soul longs for you… Years of dust became a moment… And now our souls are knitted together, We will never depart again.