Empty Arms

Don’t you love how we can express ourselves in different ways? For some, their chosen avenue is music. For others, it is art. Still others find their creative outlet in photography or cooking or knitting. The list goes on.

We writers use words to share our hearts with the world. But even within that niche of words, we can choose different forms of expression. And you know what I’ve discovered? Sometimes a poem says it best. I pray that this one blesses you.

Empty Arms

No one warned her it was coming,
the lost feeling that hovered
when the caregiving stopped.
But a friend brought clarity
with two simple words—
Empty arms.

A different time, a different place,
he never dreamed how deep the void,
never knew what lost really meant
until heaven claimed his love,
until she no longer stood by his side.
Empty arms.

Across the way, a young couple grieved,
brokenhearted and alone.
The cherished dream would never be theirs,
A child of their own they’d never see,
a primal yearning withheld.
Empty arms.

A hurried goodbye on a college campus
and then tears the entire drive home.
Her daughter’s room so empty
yet bearing her mark,
the pain of letting go pours in.
Empty arms.

What can we do when such times come
how do we handle the ache?
Let’s turn to the One ever ready to help,
hand him each hurt until nothing remains
but the welcome relief of
Empty arms.

“Cast your cares on the LORD and he will sustain you; he will never let the righteous fall.” Psalm 55:22a

*How has God helped you handle an empty arms situation in your life?

*Flickr photo by whatmegsaid


  1. Great poem! I recently experienced an “empty arms” moment. I prayed over and over for God to give me the strength to get through and look at it a a good thing. Of course, God came through and I am praising him once again!

  2. You expressed the feeling very well. It is so true.

  3. Beautiful poem, Cheryl! It doesn’t take away the pain all the time but serving others is a good way to fill the gap.

  4. Beautiful! I love how writing can express what is deepest within us. Love & prayers.

  5. Ladies, thanks so much — so glad you enjoyed my poem! Your comments each touch on something a little different, and I appreciate each one so much. Thanks for adding your thoughts!

  6. Beautiful thoughts, Cheryl . . .

    I’ve known a few seasons of empty arms. Even then I’ve always known the arms to run to. When I am empty, I run to the arms of Jesus, and therein I am comforted.


  7. Elaine, love how you said you’ve always known the arms to run to. May we all know the same!

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