Thursday, September 11, 2014

Just Because I Remember It Fondly

Back in the infancy of the internet, when I was electronically prowling the chat rooms on Prodigy, one of the ladies I chatted with mentioned she had lost her husband and her brother in a relatively short period of time. Think weeks, not years.

I told her I wrote poems from time to time, and she asked if I could write one in memory of her brother. She told of their childhood in Orlando, and how he'd sneak into her room before sunrise, wake her up and sneak out to a nearby lake. There, he'd show her how the nocturnal animals would settle in for the daytime, and how the other animals would go about rousing up and feeding their young, etc. She said she had years of fond memories of those times, and looked forward to seeing him again in Heaven.

After pondering for a day or two, I finally caught some sort of inspiration and wrote the following poem. I'm posting it here only because I just now remembered it, with fondness, written at a time when people were just beginning to explore their new-found ability to reach out electronically to people half a world away.


WHEN MORNING'S BROKEN....

In the stillness of the birth of day
I'm led to watch .. I'm led to pray
I watch the sun disturb the still
And pray that God will make my will

Into his own, as I start once more
In the first day of forevermore
To serve a God who's done so much
Through friends and family, church and such

And a brother dear who's no longer near
To show me God and wipe my tear
Yet most of what he meant to me
Comes back to life whene'er I see

The robin tend her young in nest
And I realize God’s plan was best
Not only when the birds He feeds
But also when He tends my needs.

I realize that my heavenly home
Will know no night, yet as I roam
Earth's sod I cannot help but feel
That morning there is just as real

As when I sat with brother dear
And first felt God was real and near
But until I’m there, and mine eyes shall see
I'll hold his love most dear to me

And cling to love's most precious token
'Til, with him, I’ll see morning broken...

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