Till We Are Home

Today I stood in an empty room painted new

A lovely green, a cream to replace the blue.

Upon the threshold, looking out, came the thought

Oh how you would have loved the changes brought.

I stood there remembering days past

To tuck your sister in, then you last.

Cackles of laughter, whispers in the night

After I shut the door and shut out the light.

The memories flood, a river raging

The times with you, cruelly, now changing

Of how like that room you once filled

But now the moments empty build.

Last Sunday I stood behind the pulpit known

My eyes cast upon the congregation, greater grown

Still familiar faces with more days passing

Yet from our third row your bright eyes not flashing.

My heart sinks at thoughts like these

More to come, my sorrow to appease.

I yearn for another moment, another day

To spend with you, if only another way.

Moments like mornings by the coffee press

Bounding in, your day’s greetings to bless

A hug, a kiss good morning’s affection

Now gone for all days, I stand in dejection.

Days like this, I cannot count

Sorrow and sadness continue to mount

My heart aches and pains…it’s just that…

Well, my darling, I miss you, in fact.

These days wear on with so many changes swelling 

My thoughts wander back, but my heart needs dwelling

On things true and lovely there in the Word

To inform my sorrow and leave my heart stirred.

And though my thoughts continue still

To go to days of sunshine you’d fill, 

My darling, upon God I must trust

This my good and persevere as trust must.