She is sitting by the window,
Watching the world go by.
Longing wraps his arms around her heart.
She watches mothers walk by,
Their infants nestled against their breasts,
Her arms empty, heart aching, and soul yearning.
Tears streaming down her face,
She cries for dreams unfulfilled,
She morns for her empty womb.
Her tears joining the stream of tears
Flowing from the brave women before her;
The heroes of old like Sarah and Hannah.
She longs for her Isaac.
She yearns for her Samuel.
How long, Lord, must she wait for her miracle?
The Comforter wraps her in His arms,
His tears mixing with hers,
Her hurt and pain are His.
(* I wrote this for a dear sweet friend with whom I cried and prayed over the years. She and I pray it will bring comfort to others.)