Creative Writing · Poetry

Dear Lord

Hey everyone hope you’re well.

I found this photograph of a poem I wrote over 3 years ago. I wrote this while my grandad was still alive. I’m not sharing this because I think it is a good poem. It’s not. But what it is, is a glimpse into the demise of my faith and the extent of my heartbreak.

I miss my grandad so much it hurts. Its been 3 years but the pain is as demanding and fresh as it was when these words were written.

I wish I had something happier for you all to read during this hardtime. But anyone who has read even a couple of posts on my blog will know, I don’t do happiness.

Stay safe.

20 thoughts on “Dear Lord

    1. He was my shining light in an empty sunless world. Nobody will ever compare to him, and its my love for him that I need to hold onto. Thank you once again for your lovely words Doree, it really means a lot to me to hear ❤️❤️

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      1. I will❤️ he was proud of me for remembering my buss pass for once, so you’re right there. He would be proud of me for anything, big or small. They don’t make men like him anymore!❤️❤️

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    1. That’s exactly what happened to me. I couldn’t understand how someone as pure as him, could be taken. People said because God needed another Angel, but I needed him more. Im sorry for your loss 😦

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      1. I’m sorry for yours too. I don’t like thinking that there is underlying “reason” for why certain things happen. I guess intellectually I know people die, but sometimes the circumstances surrounding it seem too cruel for me to believe in much of anything. I try to grapple with that.

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      2. You’ve explained the feeling perfectly. I can definitely relate to that. I guess all we can do is try to figure out ways to help us cope with it and accepting it will most likely be something we will always have to deal with.

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  1. I think it’s a good poem in that it’s just what you were honestly feeling. You could get all pretentious and try to doll it up but then it’d become muddied by intellect.

    In the western world we have the privilege to be somewhat out of touch with death, but I don’t know if that’s completely a good thing. We don’t have loved ones and friends dropping like flies around us on a daily basis which is of course a good thing but when death does come, we really don’t know how to deal with it. I’m fully aware that when my mother dies I might not even remember how to live.

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  2. I forgot about this poem and once I read it, I felt all the feelings I had while writing it. I remembered where I was, why I wrote it and even the smell of the room I was in.
    You’re so very right. We are so out of touch with death, to the point it honestly feels exactly as you described: you forget how to live. Though I can say, there are days, sometimes many in succession, where you do know how to live again. You remember how to be a human being. You will certainly have your days, like today, when it feels hopeless. I’m so happy to have so many kind people on my blog, including you, reminding me to carry on living. Thank you.


  3. I don’t know if you’re a Bible reader, but Revelation 21:4 is one of my favorite verses for encouragement when having difficulties. It says, “And he will wipe out every tear from their eyes, and death will be no more, neither will mourning nor outcry nor pain be anymore. The former things have passed away.” ❤❤ I hope it can help you as much as it helps me. This writing is lovely . I nearly felt your pain. 😩😩

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