Hold My Hand and Say Goodbye one last Time
Hold my hand one more time. Walk with me into tomorrow, promise to love me forever. I’m just not ready to say goodbye.
Sadness influences behavior and empty promises disappoint our lives.
Desperation seeks solutions to answers unknown.
Deafening by the sounds which torment my heart a sudden anger pounds in the realm of truth with haunting memories of yesterday. A volcano erupts. My thoughts are leading, this is borrowed time. Crying inside and dying a little each day, with these broken wings.
Hold my hand and walk with me a little while.
Hold my hand
Alone in the dark, seeking the light, afraid to approach the memories come flooding back. It is impossible to escape. Softly, tenderly pressing the heart with captured artistry the lone bird sings a shallow song.
Slowly dancing to the rhythm of the beat, life is slowly slipping by. Passively seeking truth, looking for meaning and purpose, a love is left unfulfilled.
It’s time to move on, to get past the heartache. Knowing the world is a better place having had you in it.
Hold my hand for a little while and lead me to forgiveness.
Your shadow’s presence left behind; tells me this is not how it should be.
Say you won’t go stalking me with realities of unbelief. Loneliness creeps before me uncovering the emptiness I find. The covers are left on the floor, the memory of your warmth.
Frightened and confused my mind is playing tricks on me. Soaking up the comforts in my life left with a soft palette to taste what the future has to offer; possibilities of a life without you.
Unimagined endings are walking beside me like a monster ready to tear my soul. Gasping for breath, I scream out into the emptiness of the room.
Just hold my hand for a little while and breathe the life back inside me.
Holding hands on the beach
Today I asked for prayers. Trusting it all would work out but there are so many doubts. Forever seemed like eternity and nothing could stop the momentum of our life’s direction. Waking up to real possibilities it is vanished.
I visited you today but you didn’t say a word. Crying over what might have been, I wondered what you would say to me.
I listened in the silence waiting and nothing happened.
Emptiness stole my soul and here I am, standing at your grave. Your name imprinted on stone. Feeling the engravings, I read every word. Grief causes intense sorrow.
Hold my hand just one more time and stop this heart from breaking.
I’m saying my last goodbye, it’s over. Your death makes it final. This grief consummates, it accumulates, and it doesn’t hide so you can go find it. It shows up out of nowhere, like a storm cast over a sunny day. Grief walks with you when you are alone. Grief holds your hand when you are frightened. It absorbs your inner being and it can destroy you.
"He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows, and familiar with suffering. Like one from whom men hide their faces He was despised, and we esteemed Him not." – Isaiah 53:3
I'm still holding on.
Grief is a final act of saying goodbye to loved ones held dear.
Taking your heart and banishing it with sufferings, grief is unstoppable. An unmistakable pain rips at your soul. You are left broken.
Grief speaks to you like a friend, “in the quiet times you will find me.” In the photo albums, grief states, “you will see me.” At the grave, grief says, “you will feel me.”
Certainly there will be one day when it comes along and says, “Let me introduce myself. I am going to be by your side for a while. You don’t have to be ashamed of me. I’m going to be your friend for some time. You can try and push me away, but I’ll be back.”
No one wants grief as a friend. Don’t join my world, just go away. There is a time we must decide to let it go. Resting it at the graveside and choosing to walk away.
Every day is a new beginning to start over. Leaving the past behind, of what we cannot change, we hang on to our hopes and dreams.
Asking for help and making decisions is challenging for those in grief. Walking a fine line between what was and what might have been, survivors of grief look at yesterdays with fading memories.
The world keeps turning but for those in grief they are walking by the wayside.
After the funeral is over, when all have left, the grief becomes their closest companion. This is not a gift; it is a way to survive.
Asking for one last chance to say the things they didn’t say, grief holds on. Wishing that death didn’t take them now, for we were not ready.
Learning to say goodbye as you hold my hand just one more time, I‘ll endure this one last time. Healing will begin tomorrow.
“Faith Will Give You Courage, Courage Will Give You Faith” – Dr. Norman Vincent Peale
Hold my hand and walk with me a while, I’ll say goodbye tomorrow.
God won't let go
Turning away from grief is no easy task. Saying goodbye is the hardest thing to do.
God says, Trust Me. Hold my hand and I will walk you through this. Rest in His arms, walk in faith, and He won't let you go.
"Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light." - Matthew 11:28-29