Love's Fading Echo Poem by April Humason

Long ago, a love was planted in dust,
A shepherd's heart tied to gentle trust,
Fourteen years turned to tears and toil,
Waiting for the promise resting in soil.

He worked for the dream of her embrace,
Time etched love upon his face,
But life unfolded a different song,
Not all hearts where they long belong.

Children born of a painful design,
Love and sorrow deeply entwined,
A legacy written through strain and grace,
A holy ache time could not erase.

Years passed like wind through desert sand,
Love still held in a trembling hand,
Not all prayers return the way we pray,
But heaven still honors love's delay.

In silence where two hearts once stood,
Echoes remain where the miracle bloomed,
Not every love was meant to stay —
But every love was meant to say:

God saw it all.
God counted it.
God remembered.