By: Marc A. Turner Copyright
©
2001
The
facts of the matter… are really quite simple.
The
knowledge of why is what eludes us for now.
A
reason for everything…will be given when needed.
But
all that we know, is the when, where and how.
The
reality of life can be so suddenly final.
Thoughts
and the world start to slow and get blurred.
Next
thing you know, time has no meaning.
Emotions
are flowing… so easily stirred.
Surrounded
by loved ones… but alone in the crowd.
Enveloped
by memories, mixed with jiggers of pain.
We
cry for the good and the bad times we shared
One
tear at a time from the grief well we drain.
Every
tear that is shed is a step towards serenity.
Each
drop is a part of a burden relieved.
As
day fades to night… we look to the heavens
Searching
for signs that our prayers are received
.
Then
after the talks, the cards and the tears
We
are left with ourselves and a bundle of nerves.
As
sure as it’s time, that will help fill the void