He Gently Tells Me

I loved you all from the start.

I never knew when you’d depart.

Telephone calls and you were gone.

For you I long.

I desire to see and be with you again.

Your life was shortened before I could cry and

I didn’t get to say that I love you or goodbye.

Now so many have fallen that I have almost lost count.

Why so many sudden deaths I ponder about.

I never had a true chance to mourn nor put to rest.

God knows’ I’m doing my best.

My heart is split in two.

Every time I think of you.

A certain state of subconsciousnesses

enhances mixed memories that are new.

I can't find any where to run to.

I’m hanging by my figure nails ‘ til the memories are momentarily gone

and the waves of emotion are done.

Keeping busy helps but doesn’t change the past.

But I know the good Lords’ love is here to last.

I’ve been told, “Idle hands lead to hell.”

But the good Lords’ grace is with me still.

I can feel His hand of healing upon my shoulder.

He gently tells me to not be afraid any longer.