When one from a family is taken
those that are left gather round
and, though their spirits are shaken,
somehow they're more closely bound
But when the family was two
and now is suddenly one,
how can one face life anew
how can life possibly go on
But, to some in hypocritical way,
one turns to the solace of prayer
and finds in the darkness a ray
showing there's somebody there
One who is always at hand
to reach out and tell you he cares
and to tell of a beautiful land
which all of us one day will share
Then, somehow, one again needs to pray
but this time the words come quite free,
and with confidence now face the day,
for with Jesus our loved ones will be.
A good depiction of sorrows felt on the loss of loved one, and the spiritual strength which is drawn to bear the irreplaceable loss with fortitude. A lovely piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned with spiritual insight. Thanks for sharing John. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
Beautiful and lovely. Our loved ones only sleep in the Lord. Good work friend. God bless you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you very much. I published these poems on behalf of my father. I found them shortly after he died a few years ago, and meant to share them soon afterwards, but have not until now been able to read them without reliving the grief of that time. Your comments, and those of others, have brought me tears of joy, as they would have done for my father, so I am deeply grateful, for him and me too. God bless you all. Neville Hull.