He Is Dying...
He who is tall
proud strong.
gentle of hand and heart
is leaving...
Sleeping soundly
yet so painfully,
He recollects his memories,
Images dancing through his mind
as he recaptures loves lost,
loves attained,
children born,
hearts broke,
hearts desires,
lost chances,
fulfilled dreams,
memories cherished,
kisses exchanged,
hands held,
friendships born
and lost.
Tears of joy,
sorrow,
pain,
And the ever present question...
"Why me?"
Preparing himself for the journey
The path that leads him away
from everything he loves.
Faces,
Places,
Traces of his life.
His mark already left in the world
before he has gone.
Strong,
Long,
Evermore.
And I sit here thinking of him.
recollecting my memories,
Images dancing through my mind
and I recapture all that is him,
Gentle of hand
Warm of heart,
Strong of love
Tender of soul
And the ever present question...
"Why him?"
Knowing
he is going,
and greiveing the loss of him
before he has gone.
And i sit with my thoughts,
Saying prayers for him.
That he may forever
Sleep safe in angels arms.
And i wait...
to be told,
That the one so beautiful & bold
has gone.
He is dying.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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very touching but hard to read being so close to my own fathers death...beautiful xx
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Thankyou John for reading and sendsing your sympathies.
its very sad to see a good friend go of the big "C"... unfair that one so wonderful is taken, but as you say... is merely a soul turning towards a new sun x
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Oh Nicky...this is so so sad, albeit beautifully penned, the human heart will always travail in times such as these, and no matter all the reassurances, it is so hard to accept that those who pass on, have fulfilled their purpose in this life regardless of how long or how short it may have been, there is a reason for all things; we all leave behind us a legacy, a message...someday it will be picked up and read and understood...
My heart goes out to you in your grieving, and if all I can do is this, please know that I grieve with you
I know it's easy for me to say but I believe with all me heart that all life returns, perhaps not in the same recognisable form, but we die only to pass the spirit onto another newborn vessell
I wrote a short poem Journal entry 29 'Turning'...it was dedicated to you
Take care Nicky, there are still those who care
John
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