Looks so peaceful there upon thy grave
where once these flowers never bloomed
I think the concrete angel on your stone
is lipping me a truth I've never known
Up there in heaven where you are
I could not rest like you my love
These hands were made for toiling darlin'
AND this heart was made for loving you, alone
Looks so calm here yet a storm is brewing
shackling my thoughts and rendering me sad
I think its almost time for God to close the gate
but if I hurry, maybe I can snatch you back to life ;
Up there where doves cry and Angels sigh
where flowers bloom at will on Abba's yonder sill
There is a bench for two engraved by you,
some day we'll sit there just like we used to do.
BEAUTIFUL! LOSS OF LOVE IS NOT ALWAYS IN DEATH. BUT, NO MATTER HOW...TRUE LOVE NEVER DIES, NOR DOES IT FADE AWAY. IT REMAINS AND SOMEHOW STRENGTHENS AS WE GO ON, ALONE...LIKE WE ONCE USED TO. MYSTIC...THIS WORK STIRS UP MANY EMOTIONS. ENJOYED...THANK YOU. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS
I sense your yearning in this poem for things to be like they used to. Fortunately we can do it in a poem. Unfortunately, we can't go back"Like we used to do" in real life. Just swing on alone to our own special beat.
From the Caribbean Sea to Machu Picchu in Peru, and from birds to flowers and butterflies, Reflections and Treasured Wonders offers a collection of images gathered from around the world.
These song lyrics and art are tales, tides and twinkling lights - tunes telling stories of warmth and sun, city and sand, paths that lead, and the coins we can keep in the Karma Bank. Spirit's been bypassed for sorrow, dreaming of a better tomorrow .
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