The world has ended
No one else realizes
But I know
They keep going
But I will never move again
There is a hand drawing me close
Words of comfort whispered in my ear
But I do not feel it
I do not hear them
Nothing can penetrate the darkness surrounding my heart
I am not sad
I do not feel sorrow or even grief
Those words are not strong enough to express my emotions
They are shallow
What I feel is so much deeper
There is no word for it
Tears roll from my eyes
But they are just a reaction
They do not show how deeply this pain cuts
Then something touches me
A tiny hand grasps mine
I look down
A little girl looks back up at me
Just a child
Barely more than a baby
Her eyes are wide
Her face is troubled
She whispers
"Don't cry, Mommy
I love you"
Can God have placed Himself in one so small?
I gather her into my arms
Draw me close to you, O Lord
Just as I draw my child close to me
Comfort me
Just as I comfort her
I finally realize
I still have something to live for
Things are not better
I do not laugh
I do not even smile
My life isn't fixed
My heart isn't healed
But I have a purpose
Time and prayer will heal these wounds
Can anything erase the scars?
But I have a hope
And a future
A reason to live
A reason to move
Can God have placed Himself in one so small
Just to remind me?
In honor of all those left behind - our prayers are with you.
"For we do not mourn like those who have no hope..."
Matt and Brody Knapp
May 7th 2009
Marcos Gonnet
September 8th 2009
Rejoice In His Presence!
Thank you for this. I miss Marcos so much.
ReplyDeleteMarcos. The name will always ring fondly and lovingly in my heart. i have so many good memories of the good old days in Argentina...you, Michie, and me. I never got to tell what I tried to hide for so long...I loved you so much. The day I got the news, my heart broke: for the memories that would never be, and for the memories I have treasured. I love you still, Marcos, and I know I'll be seeing you again some day. RIP
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