LOSS . . .

Last week, a fellow writer suffered the loss of her husband. She’s a writer, a mother, a wife and an artist. She wears her many hats with joy and tonight she sheds tears for a love lost too soon. We all face life that may crush our spirit, our creativity, our very soul, but with time we find our way out of the abyss and see the light. God wants the best for us, leads us if we’ll follow and is always available.  So, we must learn to lean in times of crisis on cherished friends and family members. My heart goes out to her tonight and my prayers for strength in the coming days as she takes on each moment.

My family passes along a poem by Janice M. Fair-Salter, from her book “Voices From Beyond”. The poem is gentle in spirit and soothes a wounded soul:


Don’t grieve for me, for now I’m free
I am following the path God laid for me
I took His hand when I heard Him call,
I turned my back and left it all.
I could not stay another day
To laugh, to love, to work or play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way.
I found that peace at the close of the day.
If my parting has left a void,
Then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss
Ah, these things I, too, will miss.
Be not burdened with time of sorrow,
I wish for you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My life’s been full, I savored much.
Good friends, good times,
A loved one touched.
Perhaps my time seemed all too brief
Don’t lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your heart and share with me.
God wanted me now; He set me free.

One Reply to “LOSS . . .”

  1. Condolences to your friend, Jean. So much wisdom in this blog post. Thanks for posting it and thanks for being there with your friend. I lost my sister – my only sibling – 13 years ago. Her death was unexpected, but not a total surprise since she was bi-polar and had many issues. The reason I’m sharing this has to do with the poem you added today.

    Because my sister’s service was held where she lived, I let her friends and colleagues in that city handle most of the details. Still questioning WHY she had died, I sat down in the front row for the service, picked up the program, and began to read. This poem was on the back. The tears began to flow in earnest as I read. It was as if God was explaining everything to me about my sister’s life – and death. When I got to the last line, I lost all control and sobbed.

    God told me she had been set free and everything fell into place.

    I am so thankful that God talks to me this way: In programs and poetry and sunrises and seashells and rainbows and even bumper stickers. If we just watch and listen and expect His words of wisdom, we will find them wherever we go.

    Blessings to you and your friend.

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