How do I heal
Now that he is gone
How do I keep walking
How do I journey on
What is the next step
On this rocky road
And how long do I carry
This burdensome load
He was supposed to walk with me
Until I was dead
It was he I wanted sitting
Beside my final bed
So many miss him
And so many are grieving
Do they know at all what I miss
What I lost at his leaving
God forgive my selfish
And childish soul
Remind me it’s You
Who won’t leave me alone
Give me a reason
A hope to go on
And be at my final bed
When I greet the Dawn
© Ruby Neumann
© Ruby Neumann
Poet's Note:
I wrote this poem Sunday morning March 3, 2019.
What happens when all our hopes are put on one person to be there for us at the end of our days? What happens when those hopes are dashed? Will hope be found if we can picture God in that place instead?
What happens when all our hopes are put on one person to be there for us at the end of our days? What happens when those hopes are dashed? Will hope be found if we can picture God in that place instead?
