Waking up this morning, grateful for the gift of life I start thinking what really is life.
It is as vapor I would say, one minute it's here and the next minute it's gone. Writing this short poem even as I sympathize with a friend, yes a friend, one of the blog's regular readers. I pray you'll be comforted through this pain, for no amount of words can make up for what you lost.
She was so beautiful,
Her chocolate-like skin glowed as the rays of the sun danced around her,
Her smile...it was so perfect, you had to stand still
The joy she brought whenever she was around,
That light laughter and the little beautiful creases that lined by her eyes,
She had an aura, she definitely did
To him none was like her
But then everything started,
The pain she felt within her,
Her skin seemed like it started to lose its glow,
The life in her laughs seemed to be fading,
This certainly can't be happening,
How can a soul so beautiful and pure yet experience such pain,
How could life be so cruel,you would say,
But she didn't waver in her belief in God,
She stood firm on the solid rock, her very firm foundation
Even as she passed through the painful process,
The weakening thoughts,
The check-ups, the drugs,
The tears, if only they would heal her flesh,
But even as she passed through the valleys of the shadows of death,
She knew she would be with her king soon, her lover,
Surely he would take care of her own,
Death! you may have totured her body,
But you never got to her soul,
For she stayed strong gazing at her Saviour,
even till the end.
Ps 73:26
Rest in Him.
Till you meet with the ones you love again.
