Once
upon a time, there was us...
Young
and free. Carefree and safe from the worlds harm and its all grief. Engrossed
with children’s things and children’s play. Happy feet and full bellies.
We
could have been anything we dared to imagine, even that beyond the scope of our
dreams. But now, after years that were unkind to us both, you are gone.
We
chose different paths you and I, although to be fair there were only two paths
to choose; one of self inflicted pain and the other of Godly healing and self discovery.
And
now I am now left wondering where along the way we left you behind? At which
point exactly could we have picked you up, if ever we had such a chance.
I
wishes and what could have been have slipped from me, in the very same way
water slips through one’s fingers. What is left is the cold harsh reality that
six feet below the earth, your body lies stiff and cold together with all your
hopes and dreams and everything else you could have been.
But
the promise of eternal life ignites comfort in my heart; that though your body
lies in darkness, your soul rests in God’s arms, a better place than what you
left behind.
And
when all is said and done or there is little much left to say, the only thing
that makes sense to be said is rest in peace and until we meet again at those glorious pearly
gates.
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