An empty chair..one invitation less,
One hour in which no key turned
in the lock.
The silent sound of no-one on the
stairs,
The conversation of a ticking clock.
You left me these, and I'd reach
for your hand
To find a space filled full of empty
pain,
I'd do my hair and turn to see you
smile
That funny smile when I was being
vain.
To find just me...and somewhere deep
within
That awful fist of sickness twisting
round,
For you were gone, and two of us
had died,
I searched for you, but you could
not be found.
'Called Home' they said 'Called up
to higher things'
In Jesu's house you filled another
chair,
You turned your key in His Eternal
home
Into a world I thought I could not
share.
To me, you died, and took my life
away
Though others said that we could
never part
And said to live as if you were
still there,
I couldn't live without my only
heart.
Could I forget when there was only
me
To do the things that we had always
done?
There was a space, an awful, empty
space
That wouldn't fill, not even with
God's Son.
I loved Him well, and all the peace
that came
Was due to Him, but NOTHING could
replace
Your arms, your voice, your gentle,
gentle touch,
The times you'd wake and kiss my
sleeping face.
I loved too much, too much
to just forget
That you were gone, for you were
all to me
And I would pray to find it was
your name
My lips would form each time I bent
my knee.
Until one day, I learned a lovely
thing,
A thing that I, with all my grief,
forgot,
It took me hours to really understand
Before I turned that knowledge in
Death's lock.
Just simply this. My saviour whispered
low
That He is there to ever hold my
hand,
He lives with me. His arms surround
my soul,
Twas no mistake, but just as He
had planned,
And when you died, you went to be
with Him,
With HIM my love, and if He's here
with ME,
YOU CAN'T BE FAR! You MUST be by
my side,
Just out of sight in God's Eternity.
I cannot reach or touch you as before
But we loved Christ without His
hand to touch!
We lived in joy not seeing Him each
day,
Without mere sight, we loved the
Saviour much.
And now it's YOU that I can't reach
to hold,
It's you who walk unseen by me each
day.
I miss the SIGHT but love does NOT
depend
On such as this..FOR YOU'VE NOT
GONE AWAY!
You've just gone Home... and I have
yet to come.
My travelling days are long, but
now I know
The three of us just walk in different
spheres,
Yet we are one....and Home's not
far to go!
Annette Keeble Martens.
© 2009 Annette Keeble
Martens
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