When You Love

I’d like to thank Denny for inspiring this poem and Incomplete Thinker for inspiring me to post it, as it is a more personal poem. ๐Ÿ™‚ Her post (that I linked to so you can read it too ๐Ÿ˜‰) touched my heart so much. โค

Love and then lose;
The bitter agony says,
Itโ€™s better to choose
To never love in any way.

Sadness is great but love is greater.
Pain from loss is a side effect of love;
Memories hurt now but will be treasured later
Recollections will last until meeting above.

When one loves, there is a chance
That the one who is given the heart
Will break it into fragments that dance
Along the floor when they shatter apart.

Father picks them up piece by piece
To soon put them together again.
โ€œThe pain will not immediately cease,
but I am here,โ€ He says to my chagrin.

Father is near; He gives me delight
Even when all I have is despair;
He shines with His Sonโ€™s Light,
Ending the darkest night, because He cares.

He lessens the pain each day, and sleep
Alights on me nightly like a dove;
With love comes risk; if we didnโ€™t take the leap
Of faith, would it actually be love?

 

I’m still thinking of you, Rosie. You will always be in my heart. โค

9-11

9-11

I canโ€™t believe that it has been fifteen years. I donโ€™t remember much from when I was that age, but I do remember the moment that I saw the twin towers on TV, soon after they had been hit.

I was a kid, and I didnโ€™t understand at first that it was real. I thought my dad was watching some action movie.

Once I realized that it was really happening โ€“ which I realized by the tone of which my dad shushed me and the seriousness on his face as he pointed at the TV screen – I was so stunned, and my heart broke for all of the people involved and their families.

I remember watching in horror when the towers fell.

I wrote that little poem in the photo five years ago (obviously edited the amount of years), and itโ€™s still true. Weโ€™ll always remember. โ™ฅ