Sometimes when our eyes are closed, we can see much better
I can’t seem to find the words, so let’s do this together
We can sit here quietly and I’ll take your hand in mine
I’ll look inside your hurting heart and see what I can find.
I see the one you’re missing is right where they belong
They want you to know they have been there all along.
See them fill it up with all the love they have to give..
They want you to remember, in your heart is where they’ll live.
Let’s sit here a while longer. You can tell me what you see
A smile, a laugh a wink… a treasured memory?
Remember all those things you thought you never would forget?
The good and maybe bad times. And it’s not over yet.
One thing about memories…you’ll soon recall the cream of the crop
Because the bad ones sink to the bottom and the good ones rise to the top.
When our eyes are closed, we can see a little better.
Let’s keep them closed a little while and say a prayer together.
South Dakota photos by Dianna Diehm
Murdo has lost some good people these past few weeks. I hope this poem helps you find peace. My thoughts and prayers are with you…
This sunflower photo was taken near Vivian, SD, by Nancy Authier on the day of a family member’s funeral. Thank you Nancy