I know this is a very sad poem, but it was written as I thought about a friend of mine and what he must have gone through. When we think of death as just something we must go through to live in that Eternal City it doesn't seem all that bad.
May the Lord be with you all.
Acie
Her Picture
In sadness he looks at her picture
Sitting there on the old night stand
Lovely when that picture was taken
Why she died he can't understand
So happy they had been together
With love flowing deep in the heart
Today he must face the world alone
Not dreaming they could ever part
An emptyness is filling his life now
Alone for the first time in many years
Times he sits in there in the darkness
With a rush comes the flowing tears
He prays to almighty God each night
That he again will be with her up there
To see her smile and to hug her again
Up there in that rarefied Heavenly air
copyright © 2009 By Acie
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