when i’m pressed into the soil of her grave
i believe
through experience and the action of pushing forward
i seek Him
it is not in the mutterings and murmurings
of my own intellect and doubt
where faith resides
those nuisances are mere distractions —
i believe when i am living out
suffering made whole
it is blood and bones that draw me towards Him
not, as they would claim it,
in mere thought and silly abstraction
Less Than 1%: Surviving My Stillborn 