I wrote this poem one night, after a friend of mine lost her husband. I never gave it to her, fearing that it might be a difficult read, with her heart so tenderized. I’m posting it now, hoping that someday, a person might relate to it and obtain some comfort. Louisa
Goodnight my love, wherever you are,
In heavens sanctuary far.
I rest upon the bed we shared,
Our arms entwined, content and blessed.
This weary day draws to an end.
I find myself now once again—reminiscing.
Of all the memories I recall,
The ones I miss the most of all,
Are the simple things you did…
How strange that they still mean so much!
I treasure your nearness within my heart,
Where tenderly you remain.
Someday in the Father’s time,
His heavenly hand will reach for mine,
He’ll bring me to that place where you reside.
So, when my heart is filled with grief
And loneliness mere words could never describe,
I will feed my soul with hope,
And cling to the promises His word provides.
A time for quietude draws near.
The day is done, the moon shines clear.
A nightingale sings soft and sweet.
It woos my soul to rest and sleep.
Upon night’s gentle wave I float,
With thoughts of you, I miss you so…
Goodnight my love, wherever you are,
In heaven’s sanctuary far.