Grief Poem - We're Missing One

Montana’s snow arrives again and blustery winds do howl.

We dream we’re warm and snug inside, but hear our tummy growl.

We’re thankful for our comforter and snug in our warm house.

Snow is forecast by gloomy gray which makes us miss our spouse.

On days like this the “lonely” comes, we miss our dear ones so!

This place is sad, the tears are near; our heart is filled with woe.

There are Grief Groups to help Grief Fog, ‘cause grieving does take time!

Dear Lord, each day one step, then two, as up Grief Hill we climb.

Our dear one’s gone but still somehow it feels like he is near.

The clocks tick on, “time” seems to fly, but life seems so unclear.

Our Lord began good works[1] in us; He’ll take us to the end;

You hold us Lord, when we can’t grasp, some day for US You’ll send!

You’re in control, we pray with joy, our loved one’s gone ahead.

But for right now, we’re lonely Lord, we mourn and tears we shed.

Nov. 2018 Prairie Winds

[1] Philippians 1:3-6 “I thank my God every time I remember you. In all my prayers for all of you, I always pray with joy because of your partnership in the gospel from the first day until now, being confident of this, that He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.”