The Gift

Here I stand,
with a message in my soul.
But to find the words...
where do I start?

The need to reach to all,
who have lost,
consumes me now.

Time has come and time moves on,
I've cried, and stamped my feet.
I clinched my fists
and cursed my God.
So sure, I had been forsaken.

And all who love me, whispered...
'Time will heal'
Though, gentle their words,
I could not feel.

Cunning, the anger, of which I grew content,
and the up and down of emotional overload...
This, became a way, to at least ... exist.

And Love?
What was it all for?

And it has taken me some time to see
the simple truth,
blinded by pain,
and clouded by tears.

Hear me now.
I beg of you.

God has taken the man from me,
and heaven holds his soul.
Yet his heart, remains.
All we had, remains.
All he was ... remains.

And though his body is gone,
All his soul gave me
helped to pave the path
for the here and now.

For,
all loves,
come with lessons.

And I will be wiser, stronger,
and a better person
for my time with him.
I will Feel,
with more conviction,
Love,
with more depth,
and treasure more,
the precious moments.

And so, the Lord whispers now,
'Watch for what I place in your path.'

And I'll no longer close my tears filled eyes.
For, to see through tears,
it better then, to not see at all.
And yes, tears do dry.

I read somewhere these words...
'Life, is a gift from the creator,
But what we do with Life,
is our gift back to the creator.'

And oh, how I find comfort in those words.
Yes, Life in all aspects, is a gift!
And yes, death is a part of life.
Yet,
I am so Thankful
to have the freedom to take
and hold with me
all of which has touched me.
To keep, beside me,
all of whom, have moved me.
And to know for always,
That I was blessed not only with the gift
of my own life, But with theirs.

It is in This knowing,
that I live on ... as do they.

Yes,
There is living in life,
and life after death.
It is all ... A gift.