Telling all in verse, yet, managing to be kept hidden within definitions of a photographic mind.
and secure in His arms.Looking through watered eyes at landscapes passingby, I can feel Dad’s freedom and joy from this earthlylife, but it somehow doesn’t lessen the pain in myheart and soul this day.I pray for strength in the coming days without myDad while knowing life has been changed forever atthe moment of his death.
within a mind of memory.Stalling for minutes that will never be repeatedthis side of life.Thinking of delicate moments in the end of familyand friends, as they are gently being taken rightbefore us.Grief fills our eyes with their passing, our heartsbreak into pieces of once valuable china decorations,that can never be fixed or repaired while we…
Writing of love onto pages written in books, toasting the couple with an energy of hopeful delight.Praying that they’ll endure together on life’s shores for an eternity in timeless endeavors.Coasting down mountains, entering caverns of faith, leveling off the trials to be endured one day – alone – together.
Always being judged wrongly and left to die in piles of words on paper.Later generations talking and reading of it, making new decisions regarding what happened and what was done to harm a person wrongly.A lasting wound being opened with every moment a person comes into view.It never heals, a scar of intense harm, never…
Skipping along broken paths, being careful not to get cut by the shards left lying on the carpet.