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Poetry and Prayers

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Prayer For Greg

God saw you were getting
tired
and a cure was not to be,
so He put His arms around
you
and whispered "Come to Me."

With tearful eyes we watched you
and saw you pass away.
Although we loved you dearly,
we could not make you stay.

A golden heart stopped
beating,
hard working hands at rest.
God broke our hearts to
prove to us,
He only takes the best.

"Please Be Gentle"
(The After Loss Creed)

Please be gentle with me for I am grieving
The sea I swim in is a lonely one, and the shore seems miles away
Waves of despair numb my soul as I struggle through each day
My heart is heavy with sorrow
I want to shout and scream and repeatedly ask, "WHY?"
At times, my grief overwhelms me, and I weep bitterly
So great is my loss
Please don't turn away or tell me to move on with my life
I must embrace my pain before I can begin to heal
Companion me through my tears and sit with me in loving silence
Honor where I am in my journey, not where you think I should be
Listen patiently to my story
I may need to tell it over and over again
It's how I begin to grasp the enormity of my loss
Nurture me through the weeks and the months ahead
Forgive me when I seem distant and inconsolable
A small flame still burns within my heart
And shared memories may trigger both laughter and tears
I need your support and understanding
There is no right or wrong way to grieve
I must find my own path
Please, will you walk beside me?

~Jill Englar

He Only Took My Hand

Last night while I was trying to sleep my son's voice I did hear.
I opened my eyes and looked around but he did not appear.
He said, "You've got to listen. You've got to understand;
God didn't take me from you, He only took my hand.
When I cried out in pain that night, the instant that I died,
He reached down and took my hand, and pulled me to his side.
He pulled me up and saved me, from the misery and pain.
My body so badly wounded I could never be the same.
My search is finally over now, I've found happiness within.
All the answers to empty dreams, and all I might have been.
I love you all and miss you so... please don't keep asking why.
My body's gone forever, but my spirit will never die!
So live until we meet again, and please try to understand
God didn't take me from you, He only took my hand.

~Author Unknown

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