So this insight is meant to be about love but we weren't given anything in specific but just love. So how do I write about something I don't feel for someone? How do I talk about something I can't even express? How do I say it? How do I feel it? How do I pen it down?
Do I talk about my previous love?
Do I talk about my current love?
Mixed feelings.
Complicated emotions.
Tragic conclusions?
Let's see how it goes.
*****
Staring into that silent land,
as memories stream down my face.
The ones of joy and laughter used to be my favorite
but now… they ache.
Before me lay your body,
wrapped in fine white linen.
And as they lowered you into the dark earth,
it finally made sense...from dust we came,
and to dust we shall return.
Your touch is what I crave...to hug you, to kiss you,
to love you endlessly.
But here you are,
gone gently into the good night.
I stand before the grey stone,
bluebells and daisies trembling in my hands
as I lay them down.
My love.
My heartbeat.
My joy.
My king.
My hope.
My best friend.
Now...how do I say goodbye
to the one who walked with me
through night and day?
The feeling I have for you
is what humans dare to call love.
How long must I wait
to see you again?
For you said,
“Until we meet again…be yourself.
Stand for what is right.
Love yourself, for none can love you more than you do.
Believe.
And wait for me.
We shall reunite in Heaven. On those golden streets we will dance.
I will hold you close, shower you with kisses and praise.
But until then,
live.
Love again.
Have patience.
And when the Almighty calls your name,
we shall have our blissful reunion.”
Words fail me now...as you gripped the cold hands of death,
you made me promise
to live.
I remember your deep grey eyes...slowly drifting into that good night.
I panicked.
I prayed.
I begged the silent land
not to call your name.
I pleaded with the Uncreated Creator to stop calling your name
“From dust we were formed,” you whispered,
“and as dust we shall depart.
If one is never prepared
for the cold hands of death,
how shall he be ready
for the warmth of eternity?
I will depart from you...but I will reunite with you in Heaven.
Rest now. Live a life worth living.
Love endlessly. Forgive others...and yourself.
I was not perfect.
But I hope I was your best friend.
I hope I was the answer
to your prayers.”
And then...you went gently
into the good night.
Now I stand again in that silent place.
Memories still stream down my face.
But no longer only pain.
Now…it is the love
that remains.
The love death could not keep.
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