THANKS TEN MAN
At time it seems trite to say that to die is gain.
For those who are left, the dark and foreboding pain
Is so great that there is not poultice of tongue or pen
That will suffice to make the sun shine bright again.
Their world full of color turns to black and white.
The beauty around them wilts beneath a horrid blight.
They try to think of their loved one in Heaven’s bliss;
But the curtains are drawn…its scenes they miss.
Nevertheless, the sun will shine once more.
Darkness means only that some temporary door
Has come between a soul and the promises of hope.
When that door is opened, the darkness in which they grope
Will pass as a morning fog, leaving a clearer view
Of the God who in the darkness remains ever true.
So, now, though all seems loss…not gain…
God writes on the calendar of the heart, “Later, I will explain.”
(HHCOMINGS)
THAT NIGHT IS LIKE A SLOW MOVIE PLAYING OVER IN MY HEAD.
I WISH THAT I CAN GO BACK AND BE THE ONE TO DIE INSTEAD.
OR AT LEAST GO BACK AND DIE WITH YOU INSTEAD OF LIVING NOW
SOMETIMES I WONDER WHAT LIFE WOULD BE LIKE IF YOU WERE STILL AROUND
SEEING ME GROUP UP, MAN YOU WOULD BE SO PROUD
BUT I KNOW YOU ARE UP ABOVE, WATCHING, AND SMILING DOWN
I HOPE I MAKE YOU HAPPY WITH EACH DECISION THAT I MAKE
AND I HOPE I DONT MAKE YOU SAD WITH EACH OF MY MISTAKES.
I CANT WAIT FOR THE DAY WE WILL SEE EACHOTHER AGAIN
TILL THAT TIME THERE IS ALWAYS A SPECIAL PLACE IN MY HEART FOR YOU MY BROTHER. AND MY FRIEND
MATTY
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BUMMER!