A
monthly selection of poetry,
readings and more to heal the spirit and fuel the soul. The author of this selection is unknown.
I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep. I could see that you were mourning, You found it hard to sleep.
My spirit whispered softly as you brushed away a tear,
"It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."
I was with you where you went today, Your heart was feeling sore. I longed to run and jump and spin, And hear you laugh for more.
I walked with you towards the house, As you fumbled for your key. I gently put my hand on yours, I smiled and said "It's me".
You looked so very tired as you sank into a chair. I tried so hard to let you know, That I was standing there.
It's possible for me, to be so near you every day, To say to you with certainty, "I never went away."
You sat there very quietly, Then smiled, I think you knew. In the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
And when the time is right for you To cross the brief divide, I'll rush across to greet you And we'll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, There is so much for you to see. Be patient, live your journey out Then come home to be with me.

Reading this hurt cause I wish I could feel my husband near me!
Posted by: Lindsey Stutler | February 18, 2010 at 10:27 AM