In my last post I shared a little about the passing of a great man. Saturday marked the one week anniversary of his passing from this earth to Heaven.
Well, I wrote a poem for his family...particularly his son.
Always
Hollow apologies, downcast eyes,
cynical smiles all pass me by.
Fake thanks, soft handshakes,
a quick goodbye, never more.
Later on, in the night,
prayers, tears, and exhaustion.
Much too soon for an ended life,
Fall asleep with dreams of him.
Morning comes much too soon.
Time to remember all that passed,
the unending pain, empty heart,
depression reigns supreme.
No one understands this undying love,
the unjustness of it all.
It was his time God says, but was it really?
Yells rise up as eyes overflow
Will I ever feel whole again?
A nagging emptiness threatens to conquer.
But his memories bring me back.
Finally, I learn to realize the truth.
He loves me, always.
He left me, true. But he prays for me...
everyday.
I tell Jesus to watch over him.
To love him more then I ever could
He answers: always.
Always will he be in my heart.
I know that this doesn't rhyme, and it's not perfect. But this is what I felt like after the funeral...and every single day for three years! Can you even imagine?!?!?! The last two stanzas in the poem didn't even come true for me until this year. Like a few months ago. God is so good!
I just felt I should share this with you. I don't know if I'll show the family my poem..I don't his family at all. Just the son, and a only a litle from youth. But I felt like my insides were going to explode if I didn't do something. And this is what came out. Hopefully it will help someone today. I know that it helped me.
Remember, God loves you with all of heart. And even though we don't know why certain circumstances happen in our life, and even though they may seem completely sudden and ridiculous, God is the mastermind behind our lives. He has planned everything about our lives.
I want you to read this passage from this website that I found. Just click on this link and and click read, watch, or listen. . It made me cry...but in a good way. :)
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