Remember I Was There
by Meredith Dixon
Monday, May 29, 2006
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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To My Long Suffering Love who is sweet.
Is he suffering from me or suffering from life?
I know I push my beliefs on you
hoping you'll respond and remember when we were so close.
So I write this to you
and pray that you will read it and take it to heart.
We are so close yet so very far apart.
You were a cheerful, little boy marching around in your cowboy boots
Eager to please your Mom and Dad.
You laughed, cried and played
outside until forced to come in.
The grace before dinner?
Did you have it?
But you had them showing you in action
the road you were to take.
It was not fake.
God was there.
(Remember I was not there.)
Your childhood life flew by into your young hippy daze
and I am so amazed
the clarity you had.
(Remember I was there,
making the salads with you.)
How did it all go so wrong?
When did you lose that sweet song?
You can play it on the piano
(When do we get to hear it?!)
I know you once believed
and we would be so relieved
to have you come around to "our side of town".
But faith is not like that
and you have worn your own special hat.
Although I have seen them both.
(Remember I was there when you cried and sincerely let Him in once again.)
But Faith is not like that.
It comes and goes
and God he knows how despondent you have been but you have perservered.
(Sorry, I haven't always been there.)
Will you reflect and remember all that you were taught?
In your loving Family home
and shape it into something new for you?
Did you ever really see a Miracle?
Did you ever laugh with joy when she tickled you so?
Did you ever see her smile at you with all of the love and joy in her heart?
That was a Miracle in front of your face.
(And remember I was there.)
The Faith is a step over
a precipice you would like to avoid.
I don't blame you a bit
but there is a bridge already traveled over by you before.
The step over to something so brilliant for you.
We are so true as we wait on the other side for you.
The other side of the fence
that separates us still.
Your strong, stubborn will.
The choosing of your heart
may be what will keep us apart.
(Please remember we were there for you.)
The math you do to keep yourself away
does not add up for us.
It makes sense for you.
Kind of like how arithmetic was for me.
Black and white concrete aligns the streets of your mind
I am afraid you will find not what you really want in the order you have.
Come on over here where we can cheer you on.
It's grassy, cool and you will feel shimmery hues of color filled with love
(He started it from above.)
Take your glasses off and you may see
the Family you could have.
Look back once more at the Family you did have.
Fortune has been right there
and you could have picked it if you dared.
(Remember I was there.)
Please, for your sake and ours,
don't beat yourself up on the past
and make promises you cannot keep.
Look onward towards the light.
Your Mother did
and oh, by the way, that is the third miracle I recall in your life.
(And remember we were there; we saw the soft glow and felt the peace.)
We all held hands and prayed the simple
(You know, the part you don't remember and a five year old does.) :)
I have told you once,
I have told you twice:
being without Jesus is really not very nice
to say the least
(there will be the Beast).
But it's more than that
and you have had the touch of the love.
Would you just take off your silly glove
and feel what is real?
You think I am a nag
You think I am a bore
but who has more?
No comparison here
just what do you choose?
A step in Faith
or are you afraid to lose face?
(Just remember we are here)
It's called a "cup of cheer"
and you are welcome to drink from it.
Drink up the love before it is too late.
Soak in the affection
drawn in our attention.
See our reflection in your water so deep?
Our water is pure and so sweet to drink.
(I hope you really think and not seal your fate to another life.)
God knows (and He knows!)
I have made so many mistakes
but she is true
and God is not through.
He began a great work in you and me
as we lay in our Mothers' wombs.
I wrote wombs.
Oh, how God waits for you.
He waits so patiently.
Why not for you if for me?
(Remember we are here.)