Some background about the books in my poem:
Four of the books are by the same author, Eugenia Price, and include her first published novel, The Beloved Invader. The book is part of a trilogy which also included New Moon Rising. (The third book is Lighthouse.) The trilogy is set in St. Simons Island, Georgia and spans history from post-Revolution through post Civil War. The books capture the beauty and secrets of the South in an old-fashioned romantic story. Beauty from Ashes comes from another trilogy, the Georgia trilogy. The fourth book I used, To See Your Face Again, is part of the Savannah quartet. Her novels included yet another trilogy, the Florida trilogy. The characters and places intertwine in all the novels, and all celebrate the mystique and history of the American South. Eugenia Price also wrote many non-fiction books, including personal memoirs of her home and life on St. Simons Island and books about her writing of the novels. Most of her other non-fiction books are inspirational books for women.
C.S. Lewis’ A Grief Observed is a classic on the subject. Many know Lewis as the author of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, but may not know him as a Christian theologian nor know the story of the marriage of the confirmed English bachelor to American poet Joy Davidman. The marriage was intensely happy and all too brief. Joy died of cancer just four years after they married. Lewis writes of grief in a way that resonates with those who also experience it, addressing the feelings, the longings, and the crisis of faith.
The other book from my poem, Seasons of Reflection, is a one year Bible with daily readings from Old and New Testaments and Psalms or Proverbs. It includes a section on Prayers From the Bible. This book was the basis of a year-long Bible study and prayer group I was part of in my church with my mother and step-father, which makes it even more special to me.
The recent death of my sister’s husband, the month I spent living with her afterwards, followed by the discovery of our mother’s cancer, and now our step sister facing surgery which may result in a cancer diagnosis have all stirred feelings expressed in my poem. As a widow, I am well-acquainted with grief. As a daughter who lost both a father and a step-father, I have known grief. But I also know hope! God is the same, He is there in the deepest grief, and He is here as life goes on.