These Are My JOTtings...

Some Days I Hit a Wall

Some days I hit a wall and then
emotions fall apart.
I long for life as way back when
with joy of youth in heart.

I watch my wife drive back to work
as I return to same.
I wonder through the longing look
at hours apart, again.

For lives become the warp and woof
of Life's creative blend.
When Death takes one apart, aloof,
the tear may never mend.

The grief is deepest, when the loss
reflects that love so full
Leaves chasm with no bridge to cross
and pain so deeply cruel.

My faith instructs of "By and By,"
when Grief is fin'lly dead,
But here through daily living sigh
my hope, it must be fed.

So, daily loss of hours apart
or years of lasting loss
Are griefs that now attend my heart,
emotional the cost.

The pains of life are always sore
to one, who bears the load,
But never worst nor even more
than Man in Earth's abode.

We all feel loss, the legacy
of fruit so long ago,
But mine is heavy just to me,
the weight I daily know.

One day I'll learn to get along
to walk in newish way,
But always I will sing the song
that hopes of Picardy.

by Stan Haselton
on March 22nd, 2017