My husband told me I needed to make a page where I could put some poems as I write them. So this is the page for that I guess.
I wrote this poem today. It’s the first poem I have written in years. I didn’t want to post it. He is making me… I love him. Here’s the poem.
It’s a solemn day
They line up under the awning of the building.
Their heads hung low.
Dark glasses cover their eyes,
They hug, sobbing.
They comfort each other’s cries.
Dark colors dominate the line
Making evident the reason they gather.
A friend?
A husband?
A wife?
A son?
A daughter?
I don’t know.
They are but strangers to me.
But the pain runs deep.
It’s all too real.
A Death.
A life ended.
How?
Where?
When?
And the big question- Why?
The wooden cross is between them and me.
I wonder if they see it.
I wonder if they find hope in it.
They gather there, behind the cross
Behind the wooden symbol of my Savior’s crucifixion.
Gathered to mourn over a loved ones death
Are they aware of the hope the truth of the cross can bring?
As the doors open and they go in to pay their respect
A prayer rings out among the crowd.
One man.
One prayer.
Let them find comfort in your arms Lord.
Let them find peace in you.
Let the truth of the cross meet them today.
