My heart is heavy. My spirit is light. I just can't bring myself to share right now. My Abuela Caky has gone to be with our Lord and Savior. My soul rejoices, but my heart weeps.
My Savior is comforting me. I know she is no longer in pain or suffering. She is in the presence of the Creator. Knowing that makes my pain tolerable. I hold on to the hope that one day we will be together again. I love you Abuela. You are missed, but you will live on in my memories.
Beauty From Pain
by Superchick
The lights go out all around me
One last candle to keep out the night
And then the darkness surrounds me
I know I'm alive
But I feel like I've died
And all that's left is to accept that it's over
My dreams ran like sand through the fists that I made
I try to keep warm but I just grow colder
I feel like I'm slipping away
After all this has passed
I still will remain
After I've cried my last
There'll be beauty from pain
Though it won't be today
Someday I'll hope again
And there'll be beauty from pain
You will bring beauty from my pain
My whole world is the pain inside me
The best I can do is just get through the day
When life before is only a memory
I wonder why God let me walk through this place
And though I can't understand why this happened
I know that I will when I look back someday
And see how You've brought beauty from ashes
And made me as gold purified through these flames
Here and I am at the end of me (at the end of me)
Trying to hold to what I can't see
I forgot how to hope
This night's been so long
I cling to your promise there will be a dawn
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Lady G., I am sorry but I do not know who Abuela is. But I'm so sorry for your loss. I know what death brings to us--a void and sadness. Yet, there is our Lord already comforting you. And always a song for the occasion. Take comfort, my friend and remember He walks through this valley with you.
I hope to add you to my blogroll if that is okay with you. Like I've said before you have great encouragement and words of wisdom. I pray your mourning will turn to dancing soon.
Thank you for your comforting words. Abuela in Spanish means grandmother.
She's my mom's mom. I know people usually call their mom up for advice, but I always called on my granma. My family is very close. Not geographically. :o) But we are a tight family. Always there unconditionally. It's truly a blessing. Even though they aren't all saved.
I feel honored that you have added me to your blogroll. I look forward to our newfound friendship.
I find peace and comfort when I visit you site.
Blessings to you and yours...
Lady G- I read this entry and felt every word...
Thanks for dropping by my blog again.. I would want to visit you often , may I link you up?
I'm sorry for your loss. I love the Spanish word Abuela, it sounds like a very loving term of endearment. I am the same way, I can talk to my grandmother about anything.
Beautiful poem. Your grandmother is keeping an eye on you and your famiy from above.
Wishing you and your family some comfort from your grief.
Take care and God bless.
~Christine
www.arewethereyetmom.com
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