proud in your grace
not forgotten
nor passed over
buried alive
in this
harsh world.
drowned by the
what's and if's
and why not's.
no one will ever
confuse you
for dumb.
maybe a little
naive, yes,
but
birds never fly
without a push,
right?
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 3:03 AM UTC
six months ago
today
you left us to
hug Jesus.
it still doesn't
seem real.
Maybe it never
will.
With beauty and
grace
life goes on
just as I imagine
you knew it would.
I look for your
smile in the clouds
on a rainy day
I picture you talking
to God sitting by
a bonfire
on the 4th of July.
I still think, maybe
you went home
too soon...
maybe it could
have ended
different.
Out of the
darkness
your wicked grin
crept.
Out of the
darkness
you grew wings.
maybe I'll always
wonder why,
like everyone else.
maybe you'll tell us
someday
when we too
get to
talk to Jesus
on a distant
4th of July
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 2:42 AM UTC