When We Passed By
The little place you lived 10 years ago
Still stands surrounded now
By grown up trees and shrubs you planted
It looks more substantial somehow
Though you stand no more
We passed by this place today
And sighed wanting to cry
But tired of the tears
That water nothing
Alive or growing
Could I but wake from this dream
Pillow wet from tears in slumber
Until dawn recalls
You are still here
Could I but wake
Trusting and waiting are
The air I breathe
It is getting thin
The farther I go
The more I miss you
So I pray
God help me
To hang on until
No more tears
No more sorrow
God keep me busy
Loving You
Loving others
Loving Your way to use
Tears and sorrow
Grow those moments
When I’m planted and
Right in Your world
Because I know that she is right
In Your world too
I really like that poem, thank you for posting.
Beautiful…<3
Amen and Amen
So poignant and sweet, full of sorrow but also hope. I’m thankful you are sharing and not just keeping these expressions private. They help us all somehow…..
A poem, a prayer, a wish, a groaning, a hoping and back to praying. Lovely. Thank you.