A Widow’s Anthem: Speak Their Name

The empty chair appears like a sign.

The silence speaks louder than words.

But we won’t let the story end there—

We become the home they left behind.

We answer questions with steady grace,

And sometimes, in a child’s eyes, we see them.

At the table, their absence takes its place—

But love keeps them near, always beside us.

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We rise from the ashes, we rise from our pain,

We carry their stories, we speak their name.

We sing their anthem, we live out their light—

Always remembered—we speak their name.

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We reach the turning point with trembling hands,

Lit by the love that never dies.

We walk through fire, we walk through fear—

But never let the flame go dry.

We build a life from shattered glass,

Each shard a memory, each step a prayer.

We don’t retreat, we don’t forget—

We move forward, because they were there.

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We didn’t ask to wear the name.

Widow—it arrived like a storm.

But God leads us where we didn’t plan to go,

To produce in us what we couldn’t achieve alone.

He laid the path we didn’t know we’d walk.

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They die twice, not once.

The body falls, and the world moves on.

But the final death comes quietly—

When no one speaks their name.

I will not let that silence win.

We speak their name.

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We rise from the ashes, we rise from our pain,

We carry their stories, we speak their name.

We sing their anthem, we live out their light—

Always remembered—we speak their name.

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Always remembered—we speak their name.