Morning

breaks again with the hope

of joy infiltrating the soul.

All is not hopeless if you allow

the gloom to be overshadowed

by what permeates the smell of salvation.

It seemed like it was going to be the same day as it was yesterday.  I woke up and turned to sit on my bed, my feet touching the cold wood below.  The too big king size bed didn’t fit in the room anymore and I thought briefly about buying a single bed; but I knew I wouldn’t do it.  One side of the bed perfectly made and the other side barely slept in.  At one time the sheets barely stayed on the bed, but things were different now.

I stood up and shivered, pulling on my robe and turned to his side of the bed and the tears began to flow.  Once again, he was gone.  His body did not rumple up his side of the bed and he hadn’t stolen the covers from me throughout the night.  The blanket lay flat on his side of the bed, not even a little out of place.  My tears stuck in my throat, my vision blurred.  I wanted to scream but only God would be able to hear my anguish this morning; but I did scream.  I did scream out my love’s name, but he didn’t hear me; but thankfully God did.

God there is so much I miss about Bill, but most of all I miss the way You put him together for me.