Yesterday, my Uncle Russ and Aunt Judy lost their son in a terrible accident. This is dedicated to them.
Healing Comes In My Father’s Arms
Your presence filled us, completed us, made our family whole.
Your smile a light, your eyes a window to your soul.
And though life brought challenges, love never failed.
Then the cherished is torn from our lives,
It leaves a hole, one never to be filled.
Now grief engulfs, flooding every part of our being.
Wandering lost on a path not meant to be traveled.
How will our heart yet sing?
When will this sorrow leave?
Then I hear my Father’s voice
“And though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil for thou art with me”.
And the heart whispers,
For healing comes through a journey of tears,
Through being held in our Father’s arms.
In loving memory of Donald Willis.
