In Heaven's Hills In the hills,
Of glorious light,
Your heart fills,
With joy and delight.
No longer here,
With us on Earth.
You live without fear.
Your heart sings with mirth.
To stand in the center of the plains,
With God's arms encircling.
You feel the angel rains,
And know that he is protecting.
Someday we will be together,
And we will run in the hills forever.
Home, Mama Please, Mama, Please, Mama, Please!
Stop trying to change this house for me,
Or for you or for him.
Because he isn't going to be here anymore.
And no matter how many coats of paint,
Or colored tiles you put on the wall,
It will always be the bedroom where he slept,
The kitchen where he ate or
The bathroom where he combed his hair.
I don't care if the carpet is orange,
Or if the shades are green.
This is my home, Mama.
It's the casket of his dreams and
The Pandora's box of my explorations.
When will you feel you've plastered him away?
Because you can never do it.
His spirit will remain.
Mama, put away your paint brushes,
Your carpet samples and your pliers.
Embrace his memories and his loss.
Touch the wall and know
You share his presence in this
Blessed Home.
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I saw a sad movie,
And my thoughts went to you.
My thoughts sink like wet sand
At the bottom of my hand.
Standing on the beach watching
You and me running against
The tide and waves, holding hands.
Your smile bright like crests
Of the salty water, the ocean.
We were fighting those waves,
Weren't we my dear.
And we didn't care how lost we'd get
From the world on the beach.
Laughing so hard the air in our lungs
Eroded away to pure joy, pure love.
I look behind us and see
A woman, hand full of sand,
Watching us running.
She smiles and waves.
But we never stop running.
Untitled 6/01 The hardest thing I've ever had to do,
Was say good-bye to you.
Watch you drift bloody out of my days,
And fill the emptiness with time, with time.
So now comes another challenge for the books.
Cutting open my body, removing my flesh.
Making better my mistakes, and God's too.
Sitting in the stark room, feeling like I'm moving.
Past the people, caps and gowns, talking.
Kissing you good-bye.
The hardest thing I've ever done,
Was loving you while you're gone.
You're gone. |
