Saturday's Sayings
Grieving Fathers Write...
Tapestry
Perhaps life is but a tapestry
Far larger than the sky,
Stretching in panoramic splendor from
The dawn of time until suns die.
Perhaps each of us is a single thread,
Into the tapestry briefly woven and
Blended with related fibers forming
A splotch of harmonized beauty,
Lending transient continuity.
Perhaps, beyond our comprehension,
A thread may seem to end before it should,
Disrupting the entire tapestry
With a chaotic clot of clashing color,
A snarled, frayed, broken end,
Leaving doubt there is a guiding hand,
Or, if so, it fumbles and has lost its skill.
Perhaps no single thread is ever lost
But just emerges on the other side
Where the Weaver, with patient, loving hands
Resumes the ageless masterpiece
In a blessed new beginning.
Perhaps we, in eternity,
Will be given the eyes to see
Scenes we were born imagining.
~Grieving Father, Richard A. Dew, M.D.
From Rachel's Cry: A Journey Through Grief
TCF/Knoxville, Tennessee
*****
A Mule Pulling a Plow
It's been almost four years now
The day is still the same
My heart is still broken
My life is still aflame
I live in mere moments
Awkwardly trying to get by
One moment I'll smile
The next moment I'll cry
Still bearing this great loss
I stagger forward somehow
With this burden upon me
I feel like a "Mule Pulling a Plow"
I know the day will come
When I leave those fields of hurt
The plow, I'll no longer pull
As my body turns back into dirt
With purpose and reward
My soul will soar above
There I'll rejoin them
Altogether, in everlasting love
~Grieving Father, Donald Moyers
TCF/Galveston County, TX
*****
Eloquence pretends to enrich my pain
Cloaking me in words of hope, of peace
That it majestically offers unsolicited.
Whispers of our love tell me I will not
inevitably find. The loss that scars my soul
Knows no release, only wandering
No light, only shadows
No passion, only emotion
As I move from the dread of never
To comprehending always.
I no longer search for words
I no longer ask for grace.
I seek only me and still you
In the belief that simplicity will
Surround what I can never understand.
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