There is Life


 THERE IS LIFE

When we think of life

We think of people

Those around us daily

Family and friends

Where there is life

There is love

Strong enough to

Bond forever more

I had a plant of Al’s

A funeral plant

One which needed new growth

Carefully I placed it in a new house

I gently placed soil and food

It rebelled, leaves drooped

Breaking heart I touched its leaves

I spoke softly to it as a new babe

I asked God to heal it

For three days I

Poured my love into it

Today, God answered

The love for Al

The prayers to God

Brought new life

Leaves stood up

My heart bloomed

When I knew in a  heartbeat

Where there is love

There is life.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

4.8.2015

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Mystery Box/ The Daily Post


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Mystery Box

You wake up one morning to find a beautifully wrapped package next to your bed. Attached to it is a note: “Open me, if you dare.” What’s inside the mystery box? Do you open it?

 

Christmas is better than I thought it would be. I spent the evening and night with my daughter and her family. This helped me so much. Every year for years my family would spend Christmas with my parents at their home on Christmas Eve.

My parents have been gone for some time. Mom passed in October of 2000, and dad passed in December of 2007. After Al passed this year in March, the last thing I wanted to have happen was Christmas.

No one can fix this for me. Nothing can make 2014 not pass on, taking the words of Al passed away this year and turning it into Al passed away 1, 2, or more years ago. Thankfully my memory part of my brain still functions and I can remember my parents and Al very well.

So when this topic on Daily Post came up it gave me an opportunity to live out my secret wishes. So here is my story in my mind as it plays out.

Christmas was so lonely, but only on the inside of me. I had a wonderful time with my family, but I knew something or some people were missing from my celebration. I did my best. I smiled and carried on conversations. I played with the grandchildren. I ate a wonderful meal. We shared a wonderful time; but way back in my mind I couldn’t help but keep thinking of my parents and my brother,  Al.

The evening light turned to dusk. I lit the candles and listened to Christmas music on the television.After some time, I realized how tired I was so I blew out the flames and left the music playing. I brushed my teeth and got dressed into my pajamas.

I laid in my bed my mind turning over and over as if I could ever forget the memories of mom, dad and Al. An angel must have sprinkled some angel dust over my eye lids because the next thing I knew it was daylight.

I had nothing going on and didn’t really feel like starting a new day, but my brain was thinking hot coffee. I sat up on the edge of my bed and reached down to get my slippers when I saw a beautiful box wrapped in silver and draped in gold ribbons.

There was a gift tag on it. It wasn’t signed but it did say, open me if you dare. I picked it up and noticed how light it was for such a big box. I shook it and heard nothing rattle. I wondered how it got there, but decided to open it. My curiosity got the best of me.

I carefully took the ribbons off and tried to take the paper off gently so I could save the pretty color. Once the lid was off there were three pieces of paper inside. I took them out and placed the box off to the side on the bed.

Unfolding each piece one by one tears began to fall gently down my cheeks. Then they showered my face and a smile beamed like a ray of sunlight. This is what each piece of paper said.

Dear Terry,

I know when I left this earth,  you would be sad without me, but I knew you were strong and you would make it through. I have been watching over you and I am so proud of you. You have wonderful kids and grandchildren. You took excellent care of dad and Al. You published two books. Be happy Terry. Heaven is wonderful. Mom

 

Dear Terry,

You did such a good job taking care of me Terry. I know it was tough having to listen to words from others that hurt. I know you could have had more help caring for me, but you pulled it off. I wanted to tell you all those years I didn’t go to church or read my bible, well I am glad I changed my life because heaven and God are awesome. I love you Terry. See you when you get here. Dad

 

Dear Terry,

I know you have suffered so much sis since I left. I have seen you crying when you thought no one was looking. I know you understand that I had to go. God kept telling me he could heal me of MSA. I wanted to stay with you but I wanted to heal more. I am glad you moved out of the house. I know and understand why you did it. You have a wonderful Christmas. I am not there but I am with you in spirit. Feel that soft breeze going through your hair? It is me doing it. I love you sis, Al.

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My Angel


angels poetryMY ANGEL

When I think of you

I wonder how you are

I stop to feel you near

I can’t help but feel so blue.

 

When I think back on that day

A blur of emotions

Strangers standing round

All taking my view away.

 

My heart ached so much

My tears overflowed

I felt widely broken

Please just one more touch.

 

Nights felt so black

Decisions must be made

Oh God help me through this

I just want him back.

 

The time ticks by

People continue in motion

I am still standing here

Not a day has gone by.

 

One night in my sleep

An angel appeared to me

I awoke and rubbed my eyes

Then I began to weep.

 

There at the edge of my bed

You stood standing all healed

You have brought me a message

That I have instilled in my head.

 

You smiled at me and I stood up

I walked to you touching the air

Your warmth brought comfort and

Our love began to erupt.

 

That was a long time ago

When you came to visit me

You showed me you’re always here

My angel, I will always know.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

12.03.2014

 

 

 

 

Have You Seen My Star


Have You Seen My Star

HAVE YOU SEEN MY STAR

Have you seen my star?                                                                    twinkle stars

I don’t see it

way up there.

The one that

shines the brightest

The one that

speaks to  me.

Each night I

wander out the door

And look into the skies

It doesn’t seem to matter

I never have to fear

I always see my star

And tell you I

Love you brother dear.

But tonight is oh

So  different

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Have You Seen My Star


HAVE YOU SEEN MY STAR

 

Have you seen my star?                                                                    twinkle stars

I don’t see it

way up there.

The one that

shines the brightest

The one that

speaks to  me.

Each night I

wander out the door

And look into the skies

It doesn’t seem to matter

I never have to fear

I always see my star

And tell you I

Love you brother dear.

But tonight is oh

So  different

I was looking at your face

And thinking of only you.

And now my eyes

Are teary

And my cheeks are

Wet with streaks

Oh Lord please

Make it brighter

Let it  shine

Above the rest.

Oh thank-you Lord

For hearing, I can

See it now so clear

Hello my brother, Al

I miss you being near.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

06.30.2014