Well hello there! As I write this, I am freshly home from a week long mission trip to Ireland. I’m still in denial that I’m actually home – this past week has been one of the best weeks of the year so far and I can’t believe it’s over. I’m emotionally and physically exhausted, but oh so happy and grateful as I look back and see what God has done in me and through me during these past days. I think I’m going to write some sort of recap post on the trip in the next few weeks, so hopefully y’all can find out more about it when I’m in a more coherent (and rested) state of mind. 😀
But for now, since I’m actually shattered, I’m just going to keep things simple and pull a poem out of the archives to share with you. It’s a (fictional) story, like a lot of poems are, it’s kind of sad, like a lot of poems are, and it’s vaguely inspiring, like a lot of poems are. So basically what I’m saying is it’s a kind of generic poem.
Wow way to go selling your own writing there Hannah 😀 But despite the generic-ness, I hope it touches you in some way… I know it touched me when I wrote it.
There are things I wish I had said
Before shadows began to deepen underneath those
Glimmering grey eyes of yours…
Before your spirit began to drain like water
As your bones gave way…
Before your voice became a whisper that became a
Memory in the dark.
“I love your laugh – the way it bubbles contagiously until
It infects everyone around and sets off an epidemic of joy.”
“Thank you for waking me up from my stupor and helping me to
See the world in vivid colour once again.”
“Don’t hide your passion under pressure from the world – let your
Light have a voice and call this generation up.”
“Tell me more stories”
“Your hair reminds me of sunshine”
“Let’s make another batch of cookies”
You darling firecracker, you…
I wish I had spoken my mind more when I was with you
I wish I had listened to the silence more when I was with you
I wish I had let your light flood my darkness more when I was with you
I wish I had had just one more day with you
One more day to soak your warmth in
One more hour to laugh until we cried
One more minute to listen to your words spill like a fountain
One more moment to simply
You wise and witty girl, you…
Now that you’re gone, I realise how much
I needed you
And how much
I loved you
And I wish…
I wish I had told you.
Well, there you are – that’s my poem done and dusted for this week, and I’m now off to sleep for a very, very long time. 😀 Look for me next week! 😉
And I’d love to know what you thought of this poem? Does it feel kinda generic to you? Why or why not?