I stood by your snow-covered grave today
and placed a few flowers there.
Then I clung to the limb of a nearby pine
to help hold a burden too heavy for mine;
... too heavy for my heart to bear.
I felt you go limp in my arms again
as you lost that last battle for breath.
What you needed to live I lacked power to give.
Deliverance came this time through death.
I thought of the good and the hard times;
of the trials, the hopes, and the doubts;
of your magic caresses, the scent of your tresses;
other things that I now do without.
I thought of the loves that have bound us:
our physical love and the kind that's divine;
the Love of the Lord and our love for his Word;
and the sort which the lives of our children define.
I knelt in the show by your grave today
and left silken petals behind.
As I prayed for relief from my sorrow and grief
I was buoyed by the memory of promises kept
... and all of the ties that still bind.
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