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We've been talking
by Maria KintnerWe are bound by rules we did not make,
in Heaven and on Earth, where we are
fenced in, controlled...learning
You bring me clouds. The wind blows them in,
and the skies darken. Will you cry with me tonight?
I keep asking where you are. Are you there?
Are you in Paradise, with the Savior you weren't
sure you believed in? I pray that God heard you
last year. My desire to know is over-whelming.
I cannot sate it.
You cannot answer me..I know this. And I see you,
across from a vast sea, shouting my name.
You cannot get to me, and I cannot get to you.
I will follow the sound, if you let me.
I will listen for your voice when I'm ready.
And I will wait the longest wait, because you
are worth twice as long. I love you, my beloved husband. 05/12/2008 Author's Note: My husband died on Saturday of a sudden brain aneurysm. I keep having conversations with him in my head. I miss him so much.
Posted on 05/13/2008
Copyright © 2024 Maria Kintner
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 05/13/08 at 03:27 PM Really nice write! And so sorry for your lose. |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 05/14/08 at 09:15 PM I cannot fathom what you might be feeling but I would imagine I would do the same, have conversations and whose to say that he does not hear you and in some way the next song,the next thing you read, or that little whisper in your ear is not what he would say. Bless you and my heart goes out to you in your loss. smh. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 05/17/08 at 01:32 AM It is really good for you to express your longing and grief in this way. I can really relate to it in a very personal way. No one can understand the sense of loss who has not gone through it. Of that I am convinced. |
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