I just love to watch as she meets with the world, head on, head strong, filling each life with song.
She is a force of joy, a beautiful soul, she needn’t be told, she knows her roll.
She looks for the pieces she knows she must find, not afraid to move forward, she won’t look behind.
She is more fearless then I’m sure she knows, she takes on life and in doing so she glows.
She glows like a beaming light, she fills every room she enters, and it’s really quite the sight.
By her light people are healed and feel loved, I saw God use her, a sign from above.
And yet though she serves God’s purpose I was just a step along her path, just a stop, just the surface.
Because her life will go so much further than here, I see this future for her, and so I hold that image dear.
I am thankful to have been a stop along her path, for she is a moving beacon of light, and I will not be the last.
I know she will help others and bring more joy into this place, she may leave her mark on you, she may leave a trace.
Be thankful for even that… for that trace that she leaves, you can carry that piece with you, and it can help you to believe.
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The Fires We Carry
A faint flickering flame that refuses to fade away, there is reason for it to burn, and so it will stay.
It burns because it matters not because it seeks to burn bright, instead it accepts itself as this…just a faint light.
Yet this light is enough, there is reason for it to be, because for one to have a light does not rest on reciprocity.
This flame it blazed and grew, but there is always a time to let a flame burn true.
A flame burns truest when you let it find its own pace, it was not meant to burn brightly, yet it still leaves a trace.
I carry the flame with me, I wouldn’t dare put it out, for the fire is somehow a reminder of what rain can do in a drought.
Duplicity, warmth, light, and something that only gives, this fire will burn on with me so long as I live.
An Ending Well Met
Restoration and growth, I found in myself the ability to let go.
I said what I needed to and in that I found my peace, I escaped great loss and know now what it’s like to be free.
I’ve seen you for who you are and am able to let this pass I wish nothing but the best for you, and I know that feeling will last.
My soul restored, my ability to write still around, I accept in this moment a peaceful and comforting sound.
The sound of my inner voice resounds in my mind, I am enough, so to myself I will be kind.
I have found this peace through you and through God, one with myself accepting these feelings though they may be odd.
I am me and you are you, through simple clear communication I have come to know truth.
The fruit of my efforts did not grow what I had sought, but I still feel closure and that is saying allot.
An end to a beginning that was fruitful and great I accept this today, I accept our seperate fates.
If only I had met you at a diffrent time, yet maybe this was how we were meant to meet and that can be sublime.
Sublime, the perfect word to express the end… though of course In such a word I would always welcome something to start again.
The Faults in Failing
I wish I could grab ahold of the light that I just let die, the wind and weather blew the flame but I just watched it go by….
The light, it was there but now I am nothing, and so are you, a life snuffed out wishing for the beauty of rain when I’m caught in a drought.
I try to channel my pain but I feel like my pain is channeling me I’m not in control and the tears cloud my ability to see.
I don’t remember how to look at life it’s cold, dark, and miserable, filled with endless strife.
The sun and the stars they all seem so dim I am nothing and so are you I feel somehow like my words could have been spoken more true.
Had I been a better man who understood who i was, perhaps I could have helped you instead of feeling the death of love.
Because I did not share enough? I couldn’t save you here… but still I wanted to save you but it’s like I’m constantly driving with no idea how to steer.
The impacts I’ve had… do any of them have meaning, if I couldn’t save you then whats my point of being.
I’m useless I’m nothing and all I do is fail, I’m locked tightly within my own thoughts wishing for a fait worse then this jail.
But is it worse, is that fate not worth being sought, what is life… without you friend it doesn’t feel like allot.
What have my words done, what of the time I have spent, do I mean anything to anyone or am I just an acquaintance for rent.
I am nothing and so are you, lost to the darkness, I can never get you back, what am I supposed to do with that.
What good is the info, what good are these feelings, what do I believe, because death truly does have sting.
To love another person but for them to not know love, I am alive but why, why should i survive.
I don’t want to fight, I want to be nothing for if I am nothing and so are you maybe I didn’t fail and this is just life’s truth.
But are you nothing, I wish this was an answer I could know, is your name remembered, or did it melt with the snow.
I wish my tears could melt instead of forming an endless sea, my heart feels hard and cold, and I don’t know what to be.
Is life pain or is it beauty, in this it all looks wrong, we weren’t even that close anymore and yet I don’t know how to live with you gone.
I feel like I failed caught up in myself, I couldn’t be of use, as always I just sat aloof.
I sat and I failed so now I can only weap my inaction was something I didn’t know death could reap.
I didn’t do my job, I failed as a friend, unsure of myself I just sat and watched your life end.
