Showing posts with label The Promise...of the Not Yet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Promise...of the Not Yet. Show all posts

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Friday's Faith - Till Our Faith Becomes Sight…





Friday's Faith


Till Our Faith Becomes Sight…





My brother sent your pictures in the mail;

They pierced through my heart, sharp as a nail.

(Why couldn't you hear us that fatal day?

You made your decision; you had your say.)

Now we're left without you, our world's not right;

Ev'rybody else here, you're not in sight.

We thought we had grieved and grieved and grieved, yet

We see your picture; grief's bad as it can get.

Our hearts are broken; our world is just crushed.


Lord, touch our hearts with Your gentle sweet hush;

We don't receive all our promises here,

But one day we'll see our loved one so dear.

She is with You; she's okay; she's alright.

Just because we can't see her in our sight

Does not mean You have not crushed death's vile blight.

You died so that our faith will become sight:

When we reach the shore where there's no more night,

We'll see our baby ~ a beautiful sight;

We'll be together; our world will be right!

We'll live in the warmth of Your love, Your light.


Guard our hearts now while we live death's dark night,

Encourage us while we finish our fight.

You comfort and caress amidst our plight,

For You've lived the loss of Your Son, Your Delight…


Please keep us close, held in Your arms so tight;

Draw near through Death's Darkness, till our faith becomes sight!









Poem - Till Our Faith Becomes Sight... - Angie Bennett Prince - edited 10/27/2011

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Friday's Faith - The Haunted Eyes










Friday's Faith


The Haunted Eyes





We smile,

We greet family

We laugh at antics

We share stories

We take pictures...


Ah... There's the rub.

We look upon the pictures

And see...

The true story,

The story underneath the story

Of public graces and small talk.


We see

The eyes...


The face is smiling

But,

The eyes...

Are forever sad,

Not fitting into the graceful,

fun laughter

filling out the rest of our face.


The eyes are haunted...

though

Surrounded by family,

Surrounded by people,

Surrounded by love...

We are haunted

By the one who is NOT there...


Forever gone from our hearts

embrace

Forever gone from our playful

repartee

Forever gone from our reassuring

glances

Forever gone from our loving

hugs


Our eyes are haunted

As our eyes will never forget;

They are the window to our soul

And they will not lie.


We are haunted.

Our lives are destroyed

Our story has stopped

...Because you left us,

Or were taken...

And though we appear to "move on"

We never will.

Not really.

For our eyes tell us

Our world has stopped...


Even if no one around us

knows

nor accepts it,

We know:

It's over.


Our eyes tell us

What we try not to know:


Life is forever changed

With the heart amputated

from its chest walls


And the soul eviscerated

from its former happy perch


And the spirit trapped

between Heaven and earth

but no longer grounded

in this room with these people

In this here and now,

but firmly entrenched in

the Promise,

the Promise of

what is to come,

but still

the Promise...

of the

Not Yet.












Picture, thanks to Loss of an Adult or Young Adult Child Photos

Poem - The Haunted Eyes - Angie Bennett Prince - 9/8/2011

Picture of Heaven, thanks to Jill Compton