|An empty chair..one invitation less,
One hour in which no key turned
in the lock.
The silent sound of no-one on the
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
I'd do my hair and turn to see you
That funny smile when I was being
To find just me...and somewhere deep
That awful fist of sickness twisting
For you were gone, and two of us
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
You turned your key in His Eternal
Into a world I thought I could not
To me, you died, and took my life
Though others said that we could
And said to live as if you were
I couldn't live without my only
Could I forget when there was only
To do the things that we had always
There was a space, an awful, empty
That wouldn't fill, not even with
I loved Him well, and all the peace
Was due to Him, but NOTHING could
Your arms, your voice, your gentle,
The times you'd wake and kiss my
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
My lips would form each time I bent
Until one day, I learned a lovely
A thing that I, with all my grief,
It took me hours to really understand
Before I turned that knowledge in
Just simply this. My saviour whispered
That He is there to ever hold my
He lives with me. His arms surround
Twas no mistake, but just as He
And when you died, you went to be
With HIM my love, and if He's here
YOU CAN'T BE FAR! You MUST be by
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
Without mere sight, we loved the
And now it's YOU that I can't reach
It's you who walk unseen by me each
I miss the SIGHT but love does NOT
On such as this..FOR YOU'VE NOT
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
Yet we are one....and Home's not
far to go!
Annette Keeble Martens.
© 2009 Annette Keeble