A Daughter's Poem

The sun sits upon my face. It's warmth is inviting.

If only my heart felt the same. Only most times, it feels like it's dying.

Mountains sit still. But the grief never will.

The lovelorn ways of days gone by cast shadow over clear sky.

For the day that you left me was the day that my heart died.

You held me down. But you also held me tight.

Not just during the day. But sometimes at night.

Now I must carry on mothering mine. All the while wishing for my mother, mine.

Death's Wisdom

Sometimes our prayers of "want" go unanswered,
Only to be provided with what HE feels that we "need".
Or of what HE thinks or feels is best for us, or for those that we love.

In the end,
It is due to human fallacy that we aren't always happy with His decision for our life's walk through this valley,
And on the way to the next.

But, it all goes according to His plan.
In His time.
In His way.
Even if that plan means having to break our hearts in to a million pieces
As to fulfill one's purpose.

For the darkness of death
Brings forth everlasting life.

The valleys of life
Become paved roads of
Gold.

No mere mortal can understand
That which is not truly reachable
In life.

Once with the Father,
Shall we understand the true meaning
Of walking through the Valley of the Shadow of Death.

Only to reawaken to unimaginable light,
Peace and
Love.

Death is nothing but
A stepping stone.
A bridge from one life
To another.