“There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle.” — Pablo Neruda
Grief often feels like a landscape of ruins. A parent’s heart knows the depth of that brokenness. The absence of a child can leave an ache that no words can soothe. Many grieving parents face hunger—not just for answers, but for comfort and meaning. The loss creates an emptiness that seems impossible to fill. Yet, even in the hardest moments, the memory of a child becomes a fruit of love. That fruit nourishes hope in the darkest days. The miracle lies not in forgetting the pain but in carrying love through it.
The experience of grief challenges every part of our being. The ruins of sorrow can seem endless and overwhelming. A grieving parent might feel lost in a vast wasteland of sadness. Despite the destruction, the human heart has a capacity for resilience. That resilience can grow quietly, like a seed in barren soil. The love for a lost child does not vanish but transforms. That love becomes a light to guide each step forward. Miracles often take the form of strength found where least expected.
Many grieving parents discover that their lives change in ways they never imagined. The grief does not disappear, but a new way of living emerges. The miracle comes through moments of grace amid sorrow. A kind word from a friend, a quiet remembrance, or the healing touch of time can renew the spirit. Each small miracle builds on the last, creating ripples of healing. Parents who have suffered loss often become beacons of empathy for others. The fruit of their love can inspire hope even in the ruins of grief.
Thought for today: Remember that love lives on as a miracle amid grief’s ruins. Hold on to that love as your strength.