Spiritually Etched
A heart once warm
now lies heavy.
Cold as stone,
a weight
I almost treasure.
Upon this rock
lies etchings,
Etchings which hold
your memory close
to me twenty four hours a day;
seven days a week;
to eternity.
My mind aches;
so hard to hold my head up.
Sadness.
Such gloom around me,
as I constantly
try to hold each memory
of every moment
I've spent with you.
Happiness
is a thing of my past.
It's time now
as I feel healing
of some of those pains,
to go forward;
create a life
of my own once more.
Respectful of your presence,
I know armed
with your loving spirit
beside me
we can build greater things.
Hold me fast
I ask and pray,
that one day
you'll carry me
over new threshold
bringing greater enlightenment
to new ways
yet unknown to me.
The time has come,
great changes loom
and your presence
will guide me
in helping others
see there way through too.
Let my eyes be yours,
let my spirit pour out
your love evermore.
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