The Darkness Of Noon
I walk a path of broken dreams,
void of vision scored on tattered seams.
However our choice, our path wrought of many steps
delivers us unto the place which we now stand
albeit by choice or of unseen hand.
R
So never this heart to share the sun or moon
Never to see again the one I love,
lost to the night on paths of broken dreams
shadowed by the darkness of full noon.
J. Allen Wilson © 11/14/08
A Lesson In Living; Our Story
From "Odd Hours," Dean Koontz:
... But when it's over and you're alone, you begin to see it wasn't just a movie and a dinner together, not just watching sunsets together, not just scrubbing a floor or washing dishes together or worrying over a high electric bill. Instead, it was everything, it was the WHY of life, every event and precious moment of it.
The answer to the mystery of existance is the love you shared sometimes so imperfectly, and when the loss wakes you to the deeper beauty of it, to the sanctity of it, you can't get off your knees for a long time. You're driven to your knees not by the weight of the loss, but by gratitude for what preceeded the loss.
And the ache is always there, but one day, not the emptiness ...
May your life be filled with the joy, the laughter, the love you and Leah shared. You are indeed blessed: many not so fortunate to have what you had/have.
Well written, and that picture is stunning.
You continue to be lifted up in prayer. (((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
No, not in this lifetime, but there is eternity...ed
In Christs Love
Michelle~