"I have come to believe that we do not walk alone in this life. There are others, fellow sojourners, whose journeys are interwoven with ours in seemingly random patterns, yet, in the end, have been carefully placed to reveal a remarkable tapestry. I believe God is the weaver at that loom." Richard Paul Evans.
Truth is, we were just avoiding goodbyes,
accompanied by silence and our broken sighs.
Five, then four, quickly became three,
and it began to take all of me--
to hold it all in,
beneath my thick skin. . .
And you said, it was time,
walking together, we went,
hearts already spent.
We stood in that same place,
tears streaming down, leaving their trace.
Holding on, not letting go.
Begging for Your very presence to be bestowed.
Face in hands, trying to understand.
All but having to walk away...
knowing the longer we spent; the longer we'd stay.
Leaving another goodbye, for the next,
tears began falling, like all the rest.
A couple minutes passed,
and they were the last.
The door opened to close, behind the both of you,
and the sobs began to come, it was all I could do.
And just like that, I was left with two more goodbyes,
and heavily swollen eyes.
A week has passed,
and the missing still outlasts.
But I'm carrying you in my heart everyday,
and that is precisely where you will always stay.
A part of my heart belongs to you, it's true.
God used you to open my eyes...
find beauty and joy in place of my questioning why's.
I didn't know such a love exists-
for me to have and to hold.
Thankfully, I heeded the call and didn't resist-
or I would've never known such a love, to break the mold.
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