Death is such a curious thing.
I want to weep and wail, scream and curse at no one in particular
Yet, I long to let my furry flow.
I want to punch and kick, run and stomp
at no person specific
Yet, I yearn to unload and unwind.
I want to tell every naysayer, “You’ll never know this kind of love.”
I want to tell every well wisher, “You’ll never understand the pain.”
I look upon Your face
Your whisper draws me closer still
Your eyes coax me to silence
Your hands comfort my tears
You remind me of Your sufficient grace.
You remind me of Your unending mercy.
You fill me with Your peace that surpasses all understanding.
You overwhelm me with Your love that is always without limit.
Where can I go from Your presence?
Where can I flee from Your shadow?
You see every corner of my world.
You fill ever space within my heart.
There will come a day I can breathe again.
There will come an hour I will see.
Until then, I will allow Your Hope to be my anchor.
Until then, I will dream of what could have been and what will be.
Heaven is going to be a beautiful thing.
Penned – MG – 9/19/17