We watch a movie,
Read our books,
Go on with our lives,
As if Rachel wasn't engraved,
Set into stone,
In our minds.

As if we could erase her,
With one swipe,
Of chalkboard eraser,
Our minds,
An etch-a-sketch.

Plodding along,
As if we have no hope,
But a verse,
Encourages me.

"Your word is a lamp to my feet,
A light to my path."
Psalm 119:105.

I have renewed vigour,
To start the day,
Face the dawn,
For if our God is for us,
Then who can stand,
Against us?

I am able to smile,
A true,
Clear smile,
And confidently walk,
More than I have,
Since Rachel died.

Fauna notices the change,
But doesn't comment,
And I am glad,
Because all I want,
Is to revel,
In this newfound mercy,
That I have found.