A year is gone and still I weep.
His memory fills my days … my sleep.
Yet aching pain has eased somewhat
And so God partly fills my cup
With things to do … my hands he uses.
Words to speak to those he chooses.
A gentler voice to those who grieve
Knowing now … when loved ones leave
How deep the hurt, how wild the cry
When your soul mate has gone to die.
I know the pain will slowly fade.
In the meantime Lord … let me someone aid.
Printed in New Hope newsletter, January 2009
