Thoughts on a Sunday Morning

Thoughts on a Sunday morning

A special friend I've come to love,
Is a presence from above.
Be angels, saints or Son of God
I know they're with me sending love.

I often do not understand
The way my timing and their plans
Don't reach agreement in my dreams
Leaving me angry and questioning.

But I've come to trust that the love they send
Can heal deep wounds and begin to mend
A world torn apart among family and friends.

For the wounds inflicted are to body and soul
With no purpose or meaning within our control.

Life is given and taken at random it seems
And sometimes in ways of horrendous extremes.
Where destruction and violence appear to persist,
We come to doubt any goodness exists.

We always like gifts that bring smiles and pleasure,
That celebrate living to its fullest measure.
But just as a gift might be one of delight,
There are other gifts given that often cause fright-

And confusion, and sadness and pervasive doubt
So that often we feel that there's no way out.
We struggle, we weep, we blame others and yet,
These are the moments we must NOT forget.

For only when we feel really empty inside
That we make room in our souls for love to reside.
When feelings of despair and anger have passed,
Then there's room for compassion and kindness to rest.

I've often doubted many things
And questioned even more it seems
Why someone else got more than me
Then treated it so carelessly.

Like money, cars and houses and toys,
And even once, "who got the boy".
But as I grew I understood
That it's not about who "gets the goods".

At one time I wept and wailed and cursed my body
For not giving me the longed-for child.
But when I spent my grief and listened,
My spirit learned of a gift to be given.

My daughter arrived in a way I didn't expect,
On the wings of an angel who was here to protect-
And to guide us and teach us that LIFE is a gift,
But not really whole without love to assist.

Like spring blossoms growing thick on a vine
Life and love will always entwine.
They weave their way through hearts and souls
And memories both new and old.

So when life ends and leaves such sorrow
For families and friends over many tomorrows
The love that is left from those who have died,
Is found on the faces and in the hearts of those who survived.

As we pass one another today on the street,
Look past the sadness and visual grief.
Look deep in their eyes and know they reflect
The love of a person they will never forget.

Please feel free to share my poem with others, and be generous with your support to those who
grieve.