Monthly Archives: August 2012

THE MISSING HOUR

Embrace the day

clouds and blue

feeling life

no thoughts of you

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The sun goes orange

and fades to grey

embrace the calm

remains of day

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It’s when the blue

fights with the night

my heart aches with

lack of might

This missing hour . . . eternity

until, my love, you’re next to me.

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PRICELESS ART

Another day, another loss . . . all great love has a cost.

Please remember just to breathe, as you take this time to grieve.

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Life is our gift from God above, and He blesses it with love.

Some folks say these gifts don’t last, but God won’t rob us of our past.

These blessings that we receive come with no special guarantees.

One day here, gone tomorrow . . . one day joy, the next, great sorrow.

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You won’t see that face again?

Just close your eyes, my troubled friend.

God’s gifts will never leave your heart

your memories are your priceless art.

 

One of the few pics I have of all the Kovach kids. It’s hard to believe that Teri, Chris, and Steve have all passed on. These memories are my priceless art.

 (Pic: Teri w/arms around Joe and Brenda; Chris next to her, holding Steve’s hand; me, off to the side, holding Steve’s other hand).

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BE BRAVE

I wonder what you’re running from

always choosing to do the most wonderful things

alone

when it doesn’t have to be that way

Is there just no room for someone else?

Or you make no room?

You long for the closeness of another person

yet you continue to push me away

You rush through these days as if they will never run out

and you spend your time hoping for better things to come

the whole while . . . you’re spinning right past it all

Are you afraid? Because that I can understand.

But fear follows us, so beware.

And be brave.

Or you will miss out on all the good stuff.

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SOMEWHERE IN TIME

It’s a cool crisp autumn night as we lay in the meadow, side by side, both of us looking up at the stars.

I want to close my eyes and absorb this moment, but I’m afraid I’ll awaken to find this a dream and him no longer here. This time I’ll have to dream with my eyes wide open.

I hear his breathing and feel his heart beating next to mine, through the ground, I muse. I have fallen asleep many nights to this image. I open my mouth to speak, but don’t.

I like the cold night air snapping at my face and the smell of the damp grass and the warmth of him next to me. I try to breathe it in and save it; rare and wondrous are these moments.

He adjusts himself on the ground and pulls me into his arms. I silently thank God and look upwards, expecting to see the stars perfectly aligned. But they are beautifully scattered and look the same, only brighter and twinkling.

I want to laugh and elbow him in the ribs and say, “What in the hell took you so long?”

And then I want to bury my head in his chest and cry for all the pain I’ve ever suffered and sob to him, “What in the hell took you so long?”

But I don’t.

I long to close my eyes and be enveloped, but I’m still afraid that this is all a cruel dream and I’m not ready to know it.

I turn and look at him and choke back the tears. And silence the sentiment. And try to control the giddiness. I don’t say any of the clever things I’ve been saving up for him.

I touch his face, reluctantly close my eyes, and kiss him.

He is exactly as I remember from another place in time.

His lips move slightly from mine and I open my eyes and let my fingers touch the warmth of his mouth.

He smiles.

“What in the hell took you so long?” He whispers.

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