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 ~
Drifting slowly across a bed of thorns,
Waiting always for the breaking storm.
Here it is coming up with speed,
The wind is growing, its movement a need.
And I am in awe.
The rain it dribbles, bouncing in rivulets,
The coolness of the droplets soaking in no diluent.
Dropping harder now brick-like in weight,
The drops change to daggers nothing to sate.
And I am in pain.
Bringing black clouds bounding in layers,
The storm drives right through forcing out prayers.
Un-heeding of target it crashes around,
The wind, the rain one blasting of sound.
And I am in fear.
Without a farewell, a goodbye or adieu,
The rain dissipates leaving the world anew.
Shift in the clouds and above a fresh sign,
The delicious radiation of sweet sunshine.
And I am in bliss.
She brandishes her fear in a concave of doubt,
Lashing in every direction.
A hyena cornered,
Up against a wall.
Hysteria filtering to the surface,
Undiluted abdication of her realized evolution.
Swirling gray as she comprehends,
The force of gravity that confronts her.
Driving an end to a fantasy of,
What’s to come.
Finality in her breath,
Her world closes in.
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~
In the shadow of a moment,
A broken vibration of time.
I saw a glimpse of your depths,
The essence of your core.
And as I sat in that fleeting instant,
That blink of an eye.
I knew that forever,
Was irrevocably mine.
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.
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.