"It Was August"
It was August and it was hot,
and I was crying too...
And yes, I heard them coming
to pull me away from you.
They said: "We'll have to take him now,"
"You see, it's almost noon....."
I answered: "Damn the clock, not yet!"
"It's still a bit too soon!"
I still have things to say to him,
and he has things for me...
There's still a moment to be shared,
to know ~ to feel ~ to be.
Give me ten-more-minutes
just to stay here by his bed...
His spirit still holds on to mine
although his body's dead.
I see him looking up at me,
although I closed his eyes...
Go and leave us for awhile
to finish our good-byes.
And when they did, I held you close,
saying: "Sweetheart, have no fear."
"It's God who's reaching out for you,"
"till then... I'll stay right here."
I promised you'd never be alone,
that I'd always care for you...
I hear the Angels coming,
but I'll hold you till they do.
I kissed your head, I kissed your eyes,
I kissed your fingertips...
I hugged your lifeless body,
and then I kissed your lips.
One last good-bye ~ one burning tear
to seal you in my heart...
One silent scream ~ one ended dream
before the rituals start.
And in your ear, I said a prayer
and touched you with a Cross...
No one will ever know this day
my boundless sense of loss.
I feel the Angels presence now,
it's time for us to part....
"Ashes to Ashes" and "Dust to Dust"
...is referring to my heart.
It's August and it's hot,
and I still cry some too...
Sixteen years ago today,
and I still think of you.
Written In Memory of my Husband
© Whisper
For what is it to die
but to stand naked in the wind
and melt into the sun?
And what is it
to cease breathing but to free the
breath from its restless tides
that it may rise and expand and
seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink
from the river of silence shall
you indeed sing...
And when you have reached
the mountain tops,
then shall you begin to climb.
And when the earth
shall claim your limbs,
Then shall you truly dance!
(The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran )
I Am Not Here
Don't stand by my grave and weep,
For I'm not there ~ I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow...
I am the diamonds glint upon the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain...
I am the gentle autumn rain...
When you awaken in mornings hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circle flight...
I am the soft stars that shine at night...
Do not stand at my grave and cry...
I am not there ~ I did not die.
( of Native American Origin )
The Legacy
When I die, give what is left of me to children.
If you need to cry
Cry for your brothers walking beside you.
If the sun should rise
And find your eyes
all filled with tears for me;
Put your arms around anyone
And give them what you need to give to me.
I want to leave you with something...
Something better than words or sounds.
Look for me in the people.
And if you cannot live without me,
Then let me live on in your eyes,
your mind and your acts of kindness.
You can love me most
by letting hands touch hands
and letting go of children
that need to be free.
Love does not die - people do...
So when all that is left of me is love...
Give me away...
May the wind
Gently lift you
On wings of hope.
May the song of the earth
Free your spirit to rise and soar.
May each sunrise
bring you renewed energy
And the promise of a beautiful day.
May the angels smile on you
And touch your life
With PEACE and JOY.
(author unknown)
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