Her Footsteps Wavered
And then Led to an Eternity
Those last days
Were filled
With laughter
And tears
And hope
But sometimes
God’s Plans
Are not ours
And the footsteps falter
And waiver
Pointing to a
New direction
That of our permanent
Home.
The day
I learned my
Best friend
Had died
Was both a shock
And no surprise
At all
Two conflicting concepts
But sometimes you
Just know
That time is
Short.
We grieved of
Course
A heart-wrenching
Pain but also
A sense of hope
Because someday
We’d meet again
Beyond Heaven’s Gate
And bask together
In his glory
And sing his praises.
Nearly two decades
Have passed
Since that cold
February day
When she breathed
Her last
And into his
Arms
She went.
Her footsteps
Wavered
During those
Last days
Or perhaps not
Perhaps her direction
Had changed
And in the midst
Of great pain
She found
Great hope.
Copyright ©️ Michelle R Kidwell
May.26.2024
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Michelle Renee Kidwell
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Comments (5)
She found great hope. A wonderful poem. Nicely Done!!!
That was so beautiful!
Michelle, this is such a beautiful poem. 💕
Wonderful tribute, Michelle.
A beautiful tribute, from one Michelle to another.