TheDiscipleMD
A number of years ago my brother passed away from pancreatic cancer. My limited experience with him and radiation treatments left an impression on my mind and soul. This poem is dedicated to all who have ever lost a loved one to this ravenous disease. And although, to date, my lovely wife is still living, the impression left by the experience with my brother inspired the thoughts of a poem I’ve written about a man and his cancer stricken wife. I can’t imagine anything as painful as losing a spouse to such a disease. The hope to again see and embrace those taken is the desire of all who have ever loved. May the Lord give us peace in knowing that all live again through the gift of the resurrection and atonement of Jesus Christ. Our greatest hopes and dreams of being reunited with those on the other side of the veil became a reality and are made possible through Him who we call the Savior of the world.
MY HERO…SO LONG!
We drove for awhile in silence, she and me.
Uncharacteristically for us two, you see
For both were never want or would
Nor would anyone ever think we could
Be found so empty of things to say
When passing through that cold winters day
But this was not a normal drive for me and she
A ride to some Gala Ball or festivity
No this ride was to somewhere better than
Where the pain of all who there enter in
Is dimming the very light in their souls
A place of great hope but also forebode
To enter in will mean life to but few
For most a short visit back to renew
To gain precious moments to spend with their friends
And earn extra time that God would them lend
I dread this place so much but I love it too
I feel my heart breaking for me and for you
I never go there the pain is still fresh
With memories so close of my lovely wife’s death
I ride alone and hear constant whisperings
Of long conversations from our history
I smile and look over but she is not there
I look out the window and straining I stare
My thoughts they run to life’s more eternal things
I know my wife is gone to where angels sing
Where beauty abides in doors made of gold
And harps that are strummed and where stories are told
Of great men and women who lived on this earth
Who gave of their all to Jesus Christ from their birth
I have no doubt she’s in God’s great wonderlands
She’s probably now laughing and clapping her hands
But still I miss her and all that she was
All the good that she did and still really does
I think of her often cause she makes me be good
She’s my beautiful spouse who gave me all she could
So I ride along in silence with the radio on
Remembering the good times with each favorite song
I’m happy to know that she’s not really gone
Forever my loved wife, my hero… so long!
(Scott K. Stephenson 11-15-12)