Monday, February 2, 2009

A Poem I Wrote Shortly After Anna Died November 19th, 2004

Blessed pain so bittersweet,  
When most I hurt, she's nearer me. 
Pain, of aching, empty night, 
Sweet, the mem'ry of her light. 
Jesus, heal my broken heart, 
Fuse that which is torn apart. 
Vapor swiftly flowing by, 
Soon we'll meet with you on high.