Stepping Stones

A woman's journey through life while juggling the affects of Psoriatic Arthritis.

Sunday, November 06, 2005

Daily Inspiration

*Note: Today I decided to do something a little different with the Daily Inspiration. Since my dear sister has been dealt another blow by life, I have decided to post something that I wrote when facing the possible loss of my brother. I pray that it gives her, and you all, some comfort. Please note that this is also copyrighted material, published and all rights reserved by myself.*

Too Soon

Though my mind is made up,
My heart says no.
I don’t want you to hurt,
Yet I can’t let you go.
You have yet to see everything
Or experience life.
I want more for you than pain.
I want more for you than strife.
Try as I may, I pray for you to live.
I beg and plead without a moment’s rest.
But if you are ready and tired of the hurt,
Go on home, it’s for the best.
Know deep in your heart,
You will always be loved.
I’ll keep you forever in my heart
And know you are watching from above.
I’ll see you in everything around me.
The trees, the sun, the stars, the moon.
The one thing that will always stand out –
The fact you left here way too soon.
Copyrighted © 2001 Kim Brooks
All Rights Reserved

1 Comments:

  • At 12:06 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    *Cries.*

    I love you so much, Kimmy. Life is tough but I'll get through all this. The doctor told me Tuesday when I went for a flu shot that because everything happened unexpectedly and so close together, that it might take anywhere from six months to a year before I'm 'myself' again. I hope to do better than that. I need to bounce back from the blues to take care of my family. I can mourn while they aren't here during the day. But I want to get on with my life and be happy for the length of time I shared with them, loved them, and we were a family. I just need something to close up that black empty hole inside of me and I can move on.

    My lemons are getting yellow but they aren't as big as last year. I guess our crazy weather had something to do with that. I just hope they are juicy and not a wasted crop this year. I will send you some as soon as I can get someone to climb a ladder for me. lol. Ain't going near one of them things. I still remember the pain from two years ago -- ouchie.

    I loved the poem and thank you from the bottom of my heart. You are one of the few true friends I know I can depend on, especially in
    times of a crisis like I've had. I have access to grief therapy, so I may need to utilize that to get back on track quicker.

    Love, Hugs and Blessings, Dear Sis.

     

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