No Lines by Julie Short

Life can be like paper without lines.
The lines represent our hopes and dreams.
One phone call, one doctors visit, can erase the lines.
Grieving the loss of the lines takes time.

A time of questions, what just happened?
Yesterday, there were lines and today they are gone?
Why were our lines taken?

A time of anger,
other people have their lines
why can’t we have ours?
How can we live,
now that our dreams are wiped away?

How do we even begin to write
on paper without lines?
Where do we put the words?

We stare at the blank page in disbelief.
We somehow feel as if we stare long enough,
the lines will suddenly appear.
Oh how we want the lines back.

More questions.
How can we possibly go on without lines?

After a long walk through grief and disbelief,
we wake up one morning.

We realize that the unthinkable has changed us.
As we walked with God
through the valley,

finally the task of writing
on paper without lines
seems do able

. With Gods strength and guidance
we
pick
up
the
pen.