Day 8 Bratislava

Day 8 Sunday April 10th, Bratislava. A day with many highlights. The Sunday morning English-speaking service at the Bratislava Faith Community went well. A very responsive and warm group, lots of good conversations afterwards. (‘Your story is my story’ is a common comment), and many invitations for future acom or ministry. Spent the afternoon looking around the old walled city with my hosts Frank, Steven & Abi (see pics). The creative arts play a very obvious and visible part of this culture’s rich history.
Another highlight. A conversation with Celine over lunch, who has been thru much grief (as I have). I share her remarkable poem:
Painfully Broken
When all the world is looming dark
I watch my reflection being mirrored
in the stained glass and
see that my heart is stained but darker.
I am lying here alone, tired, weary all
the while no one hears my
cries of deep heartache.
Alone in the world i am;
Painfully broken.
With each minute that disappears
into nothingness forever.
My heart aches for my little boy
that once lived within me
where two heartbeats became one.
And time away from him
stretches further and further
into the weary distance.
O Lord don’t you know?
how much it hurts
to walk this road of brokenness
and battle the winds in the storm
and the glaring sun
and the blizzards of desolate
that looms like a dark cloud
over my head.
O Lord don’t you know?
How much i wanted to be
my son’s mommy.
This journey of sadness is to heavy
to carry alone on my back.
O Lord please help me
walk with me as i trod
this lonely path burdened
with deep grief.
Help me O Lord to seek your kingdom
first. Help me to be joyful in spirit
All the while the deep grief gnaws at me.
Sadness unfulfilled multiplies
as i learn once more to trust in you.
O Lord don’t you know?
My little boy was my rainbow
I loved him more than myself
I would have fought all the world
to keep him safe
Don’t you know i would have taught
Sebby all about you Lord.
Why does it have to hurt so much?
The missing. The pain?
The loneliness that never ends
the ache of wanting to hold my child
near my chest.
O Lord i can’t do it no more.
Hear me please! Help me!
I cry out once more.
– Celine Berghmans

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