“Dead,” “Gone,” “Lost,”
Words that bring despair,
And to you they feel so truthful
For you no longer see them there.
Can you feel them in your heart?
The ones you cannot see?
Can this be enough for now–
To know that now they’re free?
Free from pain and suffering,
Yet now this seems your lot,
For without their touch and presence
Such pain this “loss” has brought.
‘Tis a new chapter in your life
One to which you now adjust
And if you are to find some peace
Then find new words you must.
You have not “lost” them.
They are not “gone.”
Just to another country
Have your loved ones now “moved on.”
They are not dead; they see you still.
They whisper in your ear
You complain you cannot hear them
But sense them, yes you will.
“I will? That’s all I want!” you say.
We hear your cry, please know.
But not to your head, but to your heart
To hear them you must go.
There feel the inner stirring.
Where their presence does abide.
Not as firmly as a handshake
But just the same as at your side.
“Not gone, not lost, not dead at all.
I love you so, I’m still right here.
So change your words to heal thyself
And shed not one more tear.”
Beautiful, thank you! I lost my beautiful 19 year old son last year and this poem provides comfort.
I’m so sorry that he is no longer around you physically, Carol, but I know he is with you otherwise.
Am very moved by this. I am 51, single mum living in Holland. Pancreatic cancer was diagnosed with me in May of yhis Year. As I am preparing for the end (aswell as fighting for staying as long as possible.) ..I would like your permission to use this poem. It says excactly what I would like to say to my 9 year old son, and my family and friends….warmest regards Mirjam
Yes, indeed, share away with so much love. Surrounding you with light and courage. xxoo
6 years ago my brother suddenly departed but at night as I looked at the stars I heard him say in my mind, “I’m right here, I’m still here” and I continued to hear him, “I’m right here.” I could sense him, I believed him and with him I was taken on a journey of learning to a place of peace. My brother and I continue our relationship to this day.
-With much love to our Messenger of Hope who helped us find our way.
What a blessing to have this experience, Juanita. I know your brother is so happy that you sensed and acknowledged (rather than dismissing) his presence. xxoo
CAROLINA
I just love that poem & I feel it was created for ME. The words humble
me, especially, when I think that the loss of my daughter has
left me wondering if I could see her or hear her sweet voice again, while I am grieving and feeling this non stop heart ache and all over grieving pain I carry with me daily and everywhere. I must admit, I do feel her presence and her guidance & the words in that poem lead me
to ” BELIEVE” Thank you very much indeed for sharing….
This healing poem, its structure a comforting cadence, is a heavenly harbinger that soothes and renews my heart with hope. Thank you Suzanne.
Beautiful! Just what I needed this morning. Missing my dear sweet husband so much.
I will read this poem whenever I am sad and missing my love.
Beautiful. Thank you.