I believe that... those who leave us are blessed until our time is realized, in a life with those who have brought joy to our lives lived... and those who have touched our lives in a way that can only be expressed by life lived... I would never presume that all of what I am you would have ever understood... but the days of life that I have lived have been filled with great joy... by either some word or deed that you shared at a present moment or perhaps a moment alone... but I realize the impact your touch had upon my existence... I pray that the examples that you laid out before and that which you presented as your life offered... I see what and all that you needed me to see... thank you those that I call family and those who as family only distant you became... may the days of what you know to be blessed refine your heart to love what should have been loved when once your chance would be...
The memory is a funny being... i see so clearly yesterday... those are the stories we share... our pictures are perfect....full of color... scenes filled with love... life... experience... tasted... treasured... it is part of a bigger picture... i see a life before... when time often stood still just based on a mood... the end of a day... the depth of a moment... captured in time...yet brought to life... through the heart of another... one created in unconditional love... that which brought a light into a world that began dark... story less... distant... misunderstood... yet... as time passed and days of darkness became filled with memories of another day... one who was before a time... who gave an all for the sake of a cause... which unbeknownst to you... your time had not come... yet in the sunrise again on another day... which the heart of this one gave life to another... i for one never felt that truth until I dared to dream... of a small love that would fill a place that was never...
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