Grief Poem Nov. 4, 2016

We’re traveling on a real rough road, high hills and valleys low.

With crooked roads and mountains, too, we ponder how to go.

We know You’re near, we seek You, Lord; we need You by our side.

Direct our path; help us to cope, from sorrow we can’t hide.

A light blub needs to be replaced; some of us have no clue.

Fetch the step stool, removed the bulb; score one for us! Woo hoo!

Then there’s the den – his working place, his desk with a deep drawer;

Papers are stacked neatly on shelves, some boxes on the floor.

Outside, his car! But he’s gone on, when did he drive it last?

Was it last ‘month’ — few years ago? Those good olde days are past.

  A handyman, he could fix things, he was thinking man,

He’d make ‘it’ work — he wouldn’t shirk, he usually had a plan.

We miss our guys, we really do, for care and help and ‘light’.

We two were one — we got stuff done, they helped make ‘things’ all right.

But now he’s gone! Who’ll sweep the walk, who’ll tidy up the yard?

When two do work it’s easier, we sure do miss our ‘pard’!

We’re on a path we’ve not been on; it’s pretty dark ‘out there.’

You promised, Lord, to make things straight, we know that You do care. (1)

We’re thankful for our praying friends, there’s power when two pray.

Hills and valleys, they’re always there; prayers help us through each day.

Prarire Wind

(1) Isaiah 42:16b “He will make the darkness bright before them and smooth and straighten out the road ahead. He will not forsake them.”