When I was abandoned,
Shadows fell dark around me…
Emptiness echoed off formidable mountains devoid of green…
For a while.
Then I came to realize, to recognize, to know…
I was not alone after all.
I read then of Old Testament “widows,”
How the Hebrew meant “desolate woman, bereft,”
which needn’t mean widowed as we understand it—
only desolate… perhaps forsaken,
left standing solo in the unlit night,
holding the empty bag…
How God is a defender of any such “widows”
Who turn their tattered souls toward Him…
How He said to one such devastated bride,
“Fear not—for your Maker will be your husband.”
“Yes,” I said. “So be it, amen.”
And so He was—
Better Husband than any fallen man on guilty earth could ever be:
More faithful Father,
More knowing Helper…
Deeper Lover of my soul.
Never alone anymore since then.
Abandoned to learn I was never abandoned,
Left free to sit in the silence of peace,
Alone with Him.