18 November 2012
I have lived my life, gathered much wealth, always selfish, thinking of myself.
I walked right by as I watched a child die, no emotion did rise or put a dent in my pride.
I hated those who succeeded, who did things better than I, calling them unoriginal, an artistic lie.
Then one day, the hate went away and a woman stood in its place, finally witnessing true love, such amazing grace.
Her innocence so pure, left me unsure, could this love be the cure?
She taught me to look past the faults, people were fragile with needs, only those who extend a caring hand, this is when love succeeds.
She taught me much in a short time, she helped me when I would fall, great sadness bought its darkness, when death came to call.
I was shattered from within, my sad and quiet place, how could I go on living, without the view of this beauties face?
I buried her alone, in a quiet cemetery on a hill, new fallen snow, added to the cold of death's chill.
As I walked away in silence, the view seemed uncaring, if she were still here, her love she would continue sharing.
Sadness followed me to the car, how could I overcome , this unbearable emotional scar?
Then like an angel's whisper, I heard her voice again, it brought me great comfort, my life partner and greatest friend.
She told me not to sorrow, it was a better place, no more hatred extended, just the love of God's face.
Don't worry she told me, for you I will always care, continue to show your love, the world has much joy to share.
Love's Hand • Opuss № I