Love Never Fades

I read a post by peacockpoetryblog.wordpress.com – “Part of The Process”  June 6, 2017. She spoke of how much she missed her Father since he passed away.  She wrote a beautiful poem about the loss of her Father.  In a comment, I mentioned I had written a poem about my brother who passed away.  She asked if she might read my poem, so I am posting it today.

I wrote this poem in late 2015.  My brother was ill for several years and he told me not to grieve when he was gone; he wanted me to think of him – Now and Then.  I worded this poem as if he were writing the poem himself.  I have 3 siblings, but my brother was the only sibling that shared both childhood and adulthood with me.  He was 1 1/2 years younger than me and we truly had a wonderful, loving relationship.  I miss him, I grieve for him, I loved him so dearly.  He passed away just before Thanksgiving in 2015; loss always seems harder to bear when it happens during the holiday season.

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THINK OF ME – NOW AND THEN

Now I’ve traveled down that long and final road of life; my earthly light shines no more.

I want no sorrow to fill you with gloom and despair; for my soul is now gone home.

Think for me for a short and quiet span of time; and smile as you remember.

Picture the life of love and joy we once shared; Think of Me – Now and Then.

We all must venture through this last journey alone; on the path to glorious eternity.

God has prepared a new and splendid place for me; where pain and regrets cannot go.

Do not fill your heart with distress and grief; find comfort in those still near.

Turn sorrow into charity to help others endure life; But Remember – Think of Me – Now and Then.

written for you – Jack, by your sister – Peggy

 

 

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Poem of Spring

A Prayer In Spring . . .  by Robert Frost

  • OH, give us pleasure in the flowers today;
  • And give us not to think so far away
  • As the uncertain harvest; keep us here.
  • All simply in the springing of the year.
  • Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
  • Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
  • And make us happy in the happy bees,
  • The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
  • And make us happy in the darting bird
  • That suddenly above the bees is heard.
  • The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
  • And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
  • For this is love and nothing else is love,
  • To which it is reserved for God above
  • To sanctify to what far ends He will,
  • But which it only needs that we fulfill.

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