Like a knife
that stabs
and rips rips rips
down the canvas
so tears
my world
painted tears
drip down the slat
what was that?
where did I lose my hope?
where did I give in
to the bitter
friend
and forget Your view?
where did I lose You?
better, when did I walk away?
as he sleeps, waiting for that peaceful piece
we frantically scurry
to capture that last breath
when really death
is the freedom from fear
from pain
from all that we have gained
and all that we have lost
the cost
of distraction
of not being
is keeping me from freeing
"needing to let go of that which binds me"
I prayed
and now I see my coat, so tattered and frayed
and you with a new one
replace the old
and say "no more will you be cold
but warm
and the busy swarm
of tiny gnats
no more of that"
as He swoops me up and holds me near
"no need to fear, my dear,
I am here
and I am here with your Pop
I have been all along
and all He hears is my peaceful song"
May God bless his passing
and heal us all
in the after.
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My sweet Papa who would always give me a kiss on the cheek and say okay sweetie is now out of it, experiencing renal failure, and has been moved to Hospice. Please be praying for his peace as he slips into our sweet savior's arms and for our family in the wake of our loss and heaven's gain.
I'm so sorry, Liz. My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family. Our Father is the one true Comforter and I pray that your family will be wrapped in His loving care. You are loved and please know that I will be praying, unceasingly for you.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Liz. What a way to express what he is experiencing along with y'all. He was so proud of you and loved you so very much. As Pop is in His arms so are you held in His as well. Xoxo
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