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Beyond the Starlit Sky – In Memory of……(revisited)

“It’s hard to turn the page when you know someone won’t be in the next chapter, but the story must go on.”  Thomas Wilder

Last night I looked up at the sky and it seemed

so much brighter while the earth below dimmed

all the more.

It’s happening again, somebody’s gone on

Somewhere deep inside my soul cries

As my mind takes me through the raindrops/

sunshine of yesterday’s dreams, memories

of what could have been only if………..

They say it’s all a part of living – dying that is

They say he/she’s in a better place – just beyond reach

I stretch my arms, I lift my voice, can you hear me?

If only I had……I should have……I could have…….

I didn’t know……….Maybe it’s that I never took

the time to find out….and so grief hangs heavy

Sadness blankets my world.

It’s happening again, somebody’s gone on

Somewhere I got stuck, caught up in all

that history, all this living/dying, got me

downright  tired

And it’s happening again, somebody’s gone on

That file of remembrances gets larger and larger

as the days, weeks, months years go by

Signaling that my time could be soon –  prayerfully

not today

I’m dying inside trying to live.

If only I had paused just long enough

to celebrate the victories – if only we could see

beyond the defeats. Teach us to number our days

To make every day count to make every moment

a celebration – just breathe.

Sometimes we need to ask

the hard questions, to look beyond the

superficial pleasantries that don’t mean anything

Somewhere just beyond my reach where the

skies are brighter, where all the heaviness is gone

there waits the brightest stars, there waits that

place we call home, that place of song and celebration,

that place where joy is endless where dreams are

reality and time is extended and extended and

extended more and more

But today,

It’s happening again, somebody’s gone on ……..

Blanket my world sad.

4 Responses

  1. Sad yet beautiful description of the circle of Life… let us celebrate each day & give thanks to God for every day, every loved one, & every blessing. Thanks for the reminder.

  2. Very poignant and so true. As cliche as it is, each day is a gift. This was made so evident to me when Bill passed suddenly. Every morning I say thanks for the gift of this day, my family and friends.

    1. Wow your comment made me cry. I can’t imagine you without Bill. You both were so kind to me at a time I really needed it. I didn’t take it lightly then and I definitely hold those memories even closer now.

  3. This made me want to cry, but it makes me realize to live my best life every day no matter what!

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