Time Comes...
By: Wayne Brown
When that time comes, how will it be?
Will it be illness that takes you from me?
There’s no way to plan it; no way to rehearse
No way to find courage to prepare for the worst
That final loss will exceed anything I can envision
A tear in life’s precious fabric; an unplanned revision
A test of woeful grief beyond that a man can endure
The thoughts cloud may mind; fire my heart’s fear
What will I say at that time in life then?
Where will I find the words; how will I begin?
Being there in your presence to comfort; to pray
Praying for another minute, an hour, just one day
Can one feel more helpless as the last hours dwindle?
Like watching a tiny thread hit the end of its spindle
In that single moment the world for me will stand still
As I let go of that I’ve loved and surely always will
Can the preacher find solace speaking his funeral dirge?
Where is the need to remain when leaving is my urge?
All the prayers and pretty flowers; the love and the giving
A celebration of your life for those who are still living
These are questions that I ponder in life time and again
Wondering how it will be when my love is at the end
There is no preparation in this life that I’ve trod
Only to hold on to faith and trust my heart to God
When that time comes, how will it be?
How will I survive death taking you from me?
Do I have enough faith to shoulder that stone?
Can I face a life without you, here all alone?
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18 January 2012
© 2012 Wayne Brown
