Morning Will Come...


Brokenhearted...
How can I bear the pain?
So many plans... permanently interrupted.
So many dreams... shattered
Hopes... dashed
All gone,
Why?
Why us? Why me?
Helplessness... hopelessness..
Life will never be the same again...
Is it even worth living?
Where are you God?

I'm right here beside you, my child.
Even though you may not feel my presence,
I'm holding you close under the shadow of my wings.
I will walk with you through this dark night.
Do not shrink from weeping.
I gave you tears for emotional release.
Don't try to hide from your grief.
Let it become for you a source of healing.
A process of restoration.
For I have planned it so.
Those who mourn shall be blessed.
I'll be holding onto you,
Even when you feel you can't hold onto me.


poem by Keri Lynn Bethard Sweeney
This page was created for Willard Raymor in loving memory of his lady friend Irene. May she live on in the memories of your love.
Thanks goes out to Keri Sweeney for giving me the permission to use her poem here in the page. For more of her poems click on the dove to fly to her site.
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