If you were to say to me,
Tomorrow will not come.
I don’t think I would be able to finish,
All that I want done.
My list just keeps on growing,
So much to do and see,
I want to try so many things
So much that I could be.
So ’til my ending moments,
‘Til the final breath.
I will enjoy what you have given,
I will live it to my death.
~ Aimee Wahl 2016 ~
Ever so gently,
I will lay you down.
Down deep in the cold hard ground.
I will cry droplets of love for eternity,
After they separate you from me.
I will kiss your eye lids,
I will brush my fingers across your cheeks.
A flower will be laid at your stone,
From this moment until there are no more.
And though I turn away,
As the dirt is laid.
I will never forget,
What transpired here today.
Isn’t a choice.
But I will give your silent heart,
~In Memory of my dearest Elizabeth~
I don’t think there is a single person in this world that hasn’t felt burdened at some point. I just love this song, it is very uplifting. Even through the tough we all have a story to finish. Stephen Curtis Chapman has been blessed with a fantastic ability to spread the message of God’s love.
Echos needling in my ears,
Moments missed and stumbling fears.
I seem to have misplaced my sense,
Got lost in dreams of dwindling pretense.
This constant noise that’s seeping in,
Has me going nuts again.
I can’t ignore the judgments made,
The constant berating of plans mislaid.
Re-evaluating my need to be right,
Looking around the end is in sight.
I won’t cave to this chaos that creeps to displace,
The years that I have spent trying to embrace.
Existential realities of my own making,
I refuse to give up, they remain mine upon waking.
Glancing into grey mist that is the unknown,
I met someone today.
He whispered secrets that no one knows,
He whispered them my way.
I found myself enraptured,
In his confidence displayed.
A wealth of untold knowledge,
In my reach left me dismayed.
Given choice my reason left me,
All inhibitions dissolved forthwith.
Curiosity consumed me,
He offered me his gift.
Greedy and naive,
I grasped what he had shown.
And now I have become the mist,
They call me the unknown.