The Best

The Best

Life lives through rough times
Spelling out disruptive lines
The hurt is pain
Lives not lived in vain

He says, “I choose this one”
For this ‘one’ is someone’s someone
For what it seems, He does not care
For this someone, lives despair

A tear of grief
A lifetime of pain
Now one heart full of belief
That one day the sadness will not sustain

Dry up the tear
Leave the fear
Out of all the rest
He only takes the best

Smile, and live another day
For which that someone, cannot stay
Out of all the rest
He only takes the best


I wrote this poem before someone really close to me passed away. I did, though, have my grandpa in mind when I wrote this, who passed away around 8 years ago. Then, last Wednesday, my very close, best friend, who also happens to be my older brother, passed away in a car accident. The pain was ever so deep and still is. I read and re-read this poem and it wasn't as heart-felt as I thought it was when I wrote it. It wasn't spoken through my soul. It was spoken through my brain with SOME help from my heart. I had written a eulogy for his funeral, but the church in which the service was held, a Luthern church, told us that they no longer read the eulogys but he was happy enough to put it in the bulletin they passed out to everybody who walked in. This really didn't satisfy me because this was a tribute to his life and it wasn't read. I guess it was well enough that everyone had a copy of it, so that they could keep it if they'd like to. But, I still wanted it read at the service. I'm going to go ahead and re-write this poem about the death of my brother and compare the two. For everyone who has read this, thank you. Thank you for your eyes to read, for this is the language of my soul, tears of mine eyes, and hurt of the lost.

"It just ain't right!"

It's difficult to understand
Anger takes ahold sometimes
Sorrow that I can't even stand
Tears from my soul drop many times

You were a man of upright happiness
No matter what, you were always there
Now you have left our bodies in emptiness
And I have nothing to do but stare

I say over and over,
"It just ain't right!"
When I look at your pictures, many times over

I try to understand, why God took you
So many friends you made, so much love
I try not to be selfish, with each day new
I know you can hear me, when I see a dove

Now that your body is gone
You have joined the Kingdom of God
Weight is lifted off my heart each dawn
That you are doing well, with God

I say over and over
"It just ain't right!"
When I look at your pictures, many times over