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How We Wish You A Thanksgiving In Heaven
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We Do Not Need a Special Day
We do not need a special day
To bring you to our minds.
The days we do not think
of you
Are very hard to find.
Each morning when we awake,
We know that you are gone.
And no one knows the
heart ache
As we try to carry on.
Our hearts still ache with sadness
And secret tears still flow.
What it
meant to lose you
No one will ever know.
Our thoughts are always with you,
Your place no one can fill.
In
life we loved you dearly;
In death we love you still.
There will always be a heartache,
And often a silent tear.
But
always a precious memory
Of the days when you were here.
If tears could make a staircase,
And heartaches make
a lane,
We'd walk the path to heaven
And bring you home again.
We hold you close within our hearts;
And there
you will remain,
To walk with us throughout our lives
Until we meet again.
Our family chain is broken now,
And
nothing seems the same,
But as God calls us one by one,
The chain will link again.
~ Connie Dyer, BP/USA, Springfield, IL
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Whispers of Love
By afire, JVP Op on 02/12/07
Whispers of Love
I see you when I open the closet door
Empty hangers where your life once hung
Empty shoes
that litter the floor
So many songs still left unsung.
Dreams are crushed
Like light bulb glass
And the
implosion
Floods our mind,
Is nothing sacred?
Our child dies
And we are left behind.
Part of my spirit
left that day
To guide my son to the light
Part of my spirit left that day
When life grabbed my heart
And
took a bite.
The heart is slow to heal
Its a muscle severely bruised
But for a muscle to recover
It needs
only to be used
So allow your heart to shine
Wherever you may go
Let your heart beat rule the day
And
allow the love to grow
Live love, be love, look for love
Imbue it in what you say
And even though our child died
The love
does not go away.
It is then that our soul shall recover
And we can sigh without a cry
Knowing our child is
right beside us
Their spirit didn't die.
They seek from us
What we seek in them
Just a moment
To be
as one again
They have the need just as we
To feel that love
That tingles the soul,
A connection made,
a circuit complete
In our togetherness we are the whole
Whispers of love are everywhere
My lost child now
is found
And although his body is forever gone
My soul can hear his song
Music to my ears
When he leaves
a penny on the floor,
An orchestra in my heart
When he whispers through the door.
Turn the light on, turn
it off
He speaks to me in metaphor
Using what ever that he can
To let me know that there is more
There
is more to life than life
Death is not an end
And I find comfort
In the messages; whatever he can send.
Spirit
lives on as pure energy
Its in our hearts we find the switch
To turn on that connection
And receive that special
gift.
Knowing that love is eternal
And that life is just a dance
Will not provide answers to the whys
But
can give us a second chance
To chance to say what's in our hearts
And to listen with our soul
Finding solace
in a dialogue
No one else could know
Whispers of love
Are just that,
Gentle murmurs
We hear in our
despair
And we know deep in our soul that love never dies
- our child is always there.
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