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I’m Still With You

I’m Still With You

I’m not sure what I would have done without the woman of my dreams

God knows I’d do anything and by any means

Given her the moon, the stars, my very last dime

To sway her, coax her, convince her please “Be mine?”

Eventually, her eyes opened, she  saw no other way

Our destiny was set, love blossomed that day

I  grinned, certain she’d be forever, ‘til death do us part

Now I am gone, I’ve broken her heart.

If there is any consolation my dear, my love, my wife of 27 years

The mountains we climbed and the hurdles we feared

Were nothing, absolutely nothing to cross, for the love in your eyes

Gave me all that I needed and much more besides.

There were times when the valleys took all of our strength

Waters flooded our path inch by inch

Waves bent us back, but we determined to pay

Any price, any calling, to dance to any piper’s tune

To love, be together, at peace in one room.

Don’t dwell on my departure for the remains of the day

Rather, remember happy times and how often we played

Recall the joy you brought me all of those years

The love we have still rings in my ears.

Without fail, I love you, I love you, I love you, Darlene

From every stuttered word to each glaring gleam

I’ll tuck you in tonight, you won’t even know I’m near

But by my love that still burns, sizzles, and comforts your fears.

by Donna B. Comeaux, Freelance Writer and Author

In loving memory of Michael Jacobs who departed us December 8, 2004

Dated December 9, 2004

(Revised August 17, 2013)

Please do not reproduce.

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Heaven

HEAVEN

Here is how I imagine it:

The grass is a luscious green, its path the roughest of gold

Angels welcome me in and applaud the victory I hold

As my feet try to touch the bottomless floor, I have questions galore

Til I lean on an angel’s arm, look up, and see there’s no floor or ceiling at all

Angels are smiling at me, bidding me “hurry, come in”

I hasten with glee before I notice my body has lost all its skin

Too distracted to sing with the others, I gaze at the beauty ‘round me

My heart so filled with awe ‘cause I’m not where I thought I’d be

The closer I get to His throne, the louder the angels do sing

As I listen closer to the hymn, it’s the one I prepared for the King

I stumble on His long purple robe, my eyes affixed on this day

An angel grabbed hold of my hand and led me the rest of the way

His wings enveloped me whole and gently he did lay me down

The songs of the angels now hushed, one pushed me and turned me around

There on the throne of my Lord, sat the King of great Kings, I adore

I lowered my head, prostrated in fear, I could look at His greatness no more

He brushed the ball of my back, and softly sat me high on His lap

Then He straightened and opened the book and read to me all of the facts

When He was done He lifted me up and pointed across the Great Room

“You,” He said, “have earned a room with a view and there is more to come

But I couldn’t let the angels escort me in, instead I fell in despair before Him

“How could you let me journey so far, I was bad and sometimes lost heart.”

“You repented,” He said softly to me, “and you bowed and surrendered your will.

See, the wicked believe in themselves.  I forgive only those who prevail.”

 by Donna B. Comeaux

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