Monday 7 February 2011

dear mr. snowman


O gentle drizzle falling slowly, softly to the ground,
Covering the empty streets in a cold blanket of white.
The wind now gently blowing,
Stirring and twirling the little white flakes.
They melt on my face as I exhale gusts of mist.
What a pretty sight if it weren’t altogether sad.

The weight of the world lay on my chest,
My limbs paralyzed, refusing to move.
The tears now forming icicles that droop from my face.
A single breath fogs up the windows,
Revealing hidden words of mourning and sorrow.

The snowflakes are falling, the icicles are forming,
But dear Mr. Snowman, you came too fast and went too soon.
No amount of tears will bring you back,
And no amount of tears can tell of my grief.
But winter will come again, and the snowflakes will fall.
I’ll put your crooked nose in place once again,
And wild berries for your wry smile.

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I wrote part of this two years ago when Markus went to be with the Lord, but never really got round to finishing it. In these two years, many things have changed, including the intensity of grief and sorrow that I once felt. In retrospect, I'm amazed how God heals the soul and comforts the broken hearted.

3 comments:

  1. =)

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    He has made everything beautiful in its time. -ecclesiastes 3:11

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  2. 1.He leadeth me: O blessed thought!
    O words with heavenly comfort fraught!
    Whate'er I do, where'er I be,
    still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me.

    Refrain:
    He leadeth me, he leadeth me,
    by his own hand he leadeth me;
    his faithful follower I would be,
    for by his hand he leadeth me.

    2.Sometimes mid scenes of deepest gloom,
    sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom,
    by waters still, o'er troubled sea,
    still 'tis his hand that leadeth me.

    3.Lord, I would place my hand in thine,
    nor ever murmur nor repine;
    content, whatever lot I see,
    since 'tis my God that leadeth me.

    4.And when my task on earth is done,
    when by thy grace the victory's won,
    e'en death's cold wave I will not flee,
    since God through Jordan leadeth me.

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