by Canterbury Soul
I woke up this morning. It was Valentine’s Day. I suddenly remembered the flowers and the cards he used to give me. But today, there were no cards or flowers. Someone ought to have received them from him.
I looked at my mother, her head over her arms. She must be awfully drained from all the crying. I loved her very much. I knew I would be away soon, and I was going to miss her. She was all that I had.
She lifted her head, looked into my eyes and beamed. Seconds later, they walked in.
For the next hour, I could only lie. I lay still in bed and I lied that I was feeling fine. The physical pain I had to endure was unbearable, but I was too distracted by my emotional pain to be bothered at all.
The question “Why” did not make sense to me anymore. But I still held it against Him, I must admit.
“…many things about tomorrow…I don't seem to understand…but I know Who holds tomorrow…and I know Who holds my hand…”
They went on for awhile in that song. I felt comforted; about 2.5º to be precise. And that level of comfort brought a smile on my face.
I shut my eyes.
I could only hear whispers now.
I began to walk.
There was silence.
I opened my eyes.
I saw the most beautiful tree.
I felt the most perfect peace.
I finally understood Him.