Thoughts to think about

Another dreary day drifts by, in this quiet town beneath the sky.  

The sun has set, the light has flown — still, I long to journey home.  

Though faces smile and friends are near, there’s still a silence I can hear. A hollow ache I can’t outrun since she returned to you, dear One.  

Oh Father, how I miss her so— her warmth, her peace, her gentle glow. I count my blessings, name them all, yet still, I feel the quiet fall.  

I see her love in skies of blue, in morning light and evening dew. But still, I whisper, soft and low: please let me come, please let me go.  

To dwell with You, to see Your face, to rest within Your holy place. Yet, if my work is not yet through, then give me strength to walk with you.  

To lift the low, to light the flame, to serve with love, to speak Your name. I’ll walk Your path, both near and far, guided by her shining star.  

She’s finished now, her task is complete, and she rests in peace at Your dear feet. I long to join her, if You will — to feel her love, so strong, so still.  

To rise above these earthly cares, wrapped in grace beyond compare. And when my final breath is drawn, please let me come where I belong.  

Home with her, and home with You—forever whole, forever true.

By D. Charles Wilson – 09-27-2025