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