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Grief Poem - Pain will abate

 

January 5, 2018



Who would have thought that certain things could bring on such a haze?

Like days of rest or ’versaries[1] and other Special Days.

 

Another thing that’s bothersome is when the West wind howls.

The house or floors, when ere they creak and when the tummy growls.

 

You’re missed, dear one — each day you’re missed as weeks, months, years fly by.

The clock ticks on, dark shadows fall, doesn’t take much to cry.

 

Some time has passed — an improvement??? We daily wish you’re near.

Seems all we see or even hear, reminds us of you, dear.

 

When we wake up we know you’re gone; pain settles in our chest.

It almost feels you’re here with us — that feeling is the best.

 

Pain[2] will abate but it takes time, we’re not unique in pain.

The loss we’ve had is bearable, ‘someday’ we’ll ‘live’ again.

 

We know the place where you have gone is filled with warmth and love.

You are enclosed by light that shines in Heaven up above.

 

You’re encircled by a warm light; all hurt is gone up there.

No place like it is found on earth, you are in God’s safe care.

 

Some day our Lord will call us home, how happy we will be.

Hardships down here will all be past; from earth we’ll be set free!

Prairie Winds Nov. 2017

  [1] short for Anniversaries

[2] Rev 21:4: “He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death’ or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.”

 

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