This poem was written a week after tragedy struck. My great-nephew was killed in a farm accident, at the age of 2 1/2 years. I wrote this for his parents Deb and Dan.
Rod E. Kok
October 13, 2015
It seems our skies
were darkened that day;
a day which started
like every other.
It seems that brightest lights
do not reach that hole
left inside us all;
sunlight's warming rays
feel cold and distant.
It seems that gentle streams
will never soothe our thoughts,
their rippling waters
are not caressing our ears
with nature's lullaby.
Clouds last
but a little while;
soon we will see beyond
their silver lining.
Words of light
will illumine our path;
soon we will not stumble
over our tears of sorrow.
Songs of praise
will fill our hearts,
we will sing with joy
of the comfort we have.
Our skies were darkened
on a day which started
like any other.
Yet we will always have
our greatest memories
of a boy who was loaned
for just a little while.
We know that boy
is in the arms
of Jesus;
those very arms
which hold us up.
Hold fast, be steady.
His arms are enough
for you
and your son.
<3 Love it! Prayers and best wishes as you find comfort.
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