Soundings From A Place Called Grief

"Soundings from a place called Grief"
by Bob Perks

I have wept like that.

I have felt the pain of losing someone and thought at
that very moment I would never live again without them.

Then you know?

Yes, I do know. I know the heaviness of breathing. I know the
underside of darkness while hiding beneath the covers on my bed.
I know the struggle of lifting myself up and the pleasure of lying
back down.

How long?

I wanted forever, but God had different plans.

I don't want to know them.

Neither did I, until...

Until what? Until He tore you from the bed. Until He forced you
to believe again?

Until I realized that lying there only kept them gone, only made
their passing a sad, morbid fact.

Isn't it?

No, not at all. If I live they live, too. I cannot touch them,
hear them breathing, but I can see them, still.

Nonsense! How can that be?

I see them in every step I take, every sunrise and sunset I

choose to claim. I was not, we were not meant to be

without accepting the responsibility that it is our duty,

no true destiny to live on.

And seeing them? How can you see them?

In my memories. They come to me like old songs. Hearing

them again plays sweetly upon my ear igniting within my

being their touch, their smile and urging me to keep the

music playing until...until the music ends and we are once

again together. A family, a chorus, a symphony!

I cannot...

Not now. Now you must weep. The music will wait.

You have, you have wept like this.

And you will live as I have with the music playing on.

"I wish you enough!"

J

Bob Perks

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"I Wish You enough!"
© 2001 Bob Perks

I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear
much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough "Hello's" to get you through the final "Goodbye."

Bob Perks, P.O. Box 1702, Shavertown, PA 18708-1702, USA