Saturday, February 2, 2013

It's Been Seven Years...

It's twenty thirteen and I have been a widow for seven years. The creeping initial years seem to have flown by since I penned my last 49 days with Melvin. My cathartic journey was an amazing healer for my soul. I realized that my husband was not coming back and I was still here and must live and move on.

Since my enlightenment I have enjoyed a peace that surpasses all my understanding. My memories focus on the joy in life rather than the sorrow of living.

My children are working, growing, living and learning. My parents are settled. My brother's seem content. Yes, I said brothers. I have a brother in Denver, Colorado named Benjamin who shares the creative flair of Joe and I. We're connecting, slowly but surely.

I've begun a second phase in my career and at 50 I'm learning new skills at work and embracing new relationships and friendships. I long to be loved and love again, but if it never happens I feel secure in that I have loved been loved unconditionally.

Thank you God, Thank you Lord, Thank you God, Thank you Lord.
Thank you God, and your Son, Thank you Lord, and your Son, Thank you God and your Son, Thank your Lord and your Son.
I love you God, and your Son...
I praise you God and your Son...
No one loves me, the way you do, and it was you, who brought me through.
I praise your name, I live for you, your words to me have all come true.
Thank you God, Thank you Lord, Thank you God, Thank you Lord...

This is the song I sing to my Father God in Heaven for it is He and the angels he charges to guide me that give me strength to face my days.

For:
Melvin Jr and his family,
Kelvin and his family,
Michael and his faimily,
Joe and his family,
Ben and his family,
Don, Warren, Wayne, Darrin, Walter, Bart and their families,
Colleen and her family,
Veronica, Vickie, Yoette and their families,
Madear, Aunt Ethel, Alberta and Marie and their familes, and
Me, Mommy and Daddy all who we love, all who love us, those we don't love and those who do not loves us, our friends and enemies, because we know that you are omnipotent, omniscient and omnipresent and you can do all things but fail. I lift my hands to you, no other help I know. In Jesus name we pray, Amen.

3 comments:

  1. Too beautiful words! Quite transparent and amazing!
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  2. I very much enjoyed this short story. It was both well-written and emotionally significant. I look forward to more of your posts.

    Thank you.

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