We did not know that morning,
that God was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly,
in death we do the same.

It broke our hearts to lose you,
but you did not go alone.
For part of us went with you,
the day God called you home.

You left us cherished memories,
your love is still our guide.
And though we can not see you,
you are always at our side.

Our family chain is broken,
and nothing seems the same.
But as God calls us one by one,
the chain will link again.

When someone is told that they have cancer;
they have arrived at their highest point of
vulnerability.

Respect them.

Ignore any and all mood swings.

Love and embrace their numbness.

They are not whom they were moments before being told that they have cancer.

They are a person dying of cancer now.

I struggle to hear above the noise.

The din of life,

and at my door another choice.

Do I kneel and thank You for another day?

With all of this noise;
my screams...
I lose my voice.

Mumbling,
mute .....the words I want to say.

The heavens can hear me,
Jesus whispers: 'son, everything will be okay'.

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And.. when I fall down and brush burn both my knees

I know when I look up,
You will be the light that I see

Please love me for the brokenness I am

Even though I've been living on the edge of Your mercy

I know I'm not;

Even though
I know I'm not,
as pure as the lamb.....

I wish that there were a heart brake; for heart break.

You can try to sleep it away but; that type of pain is always awake.

I flirt when I am drinking... ..

with a whole lot of winking.

As we laid side by side,
after ***;

she talked about life like
it had... ..

just begun for her.

The sun danced and the air warmed as she spoke.

It's then she said;

life is complete,
with you.

Those nights of dancing with shadows;

those nights of longing to hold you are over.

Life - she said;

"my life has finally begun with you".

Through the trees;

the wind whispers many names.

Funny thing..... ..

I've never once;

heard your name.

Even through a throated bird's morning serenade;

I have yet,
to hear your name.

Whisper it... ..

to me.