An Ill Man’s Inner Thoughts
Some days I see gray
Then my body begins to sway
Some days I see gray
I remember what used to be
Before darkness came over me
Shadows casting undertones
Leaving me to deal with this all alone
Hiding in my own dark sack
Wishing I could take it back
I didn’t ask for this
I swear on a golden kiss
It sneaked in and took a seat
It landed at my feet
I pray it will go a way
Maybe come another day
I watch as others play
On a bright and sunny day
While cars going here and there
I am sitting here my soul too bare
If I could turn back the time
And go back to when I was nine
And know what I do today
I swear I would pick another way
To live my life each day
I would honor each I know
And say I love you so
I would set my worries a way
And save them for a rainy day
But alas I am sitting here
My eyes full of tears
I have heard the door knocking
But I have worked hard on blocking
That my time is almost up
I have filled up my cup
My illness is taking me
To levels above the trees
I can see Jesus hands
Reaching through all the lands
He is tugging at me I can feel
He wants to take my illness and peel
It a way and bring me home
To sit with him near the throne.
Terry Shepherd
05/29/2013
Bouncing on Daddy’s knee
Was the first thing I would see
Each morning as I awoke
To take on a new day.
She was the love of his life
Right next to his wife
Her giggles infected him
Made his day a bit brighter.
He was a fireman by trade
Countless lives he did save
A job not many wanted
But he’d received the call.
Baby girl waited by the door
But her Daddy came never more
As Jesus called him home
He had put out his last fire.
For days following the tears
Husband and Daddy remained dear
Memories never forgotten
As they walked through each day.
The photo on the floor
Sitting next to the door
Where Daddy’s girl would sit
Waiting for him but never more.
Terry Shepherd
03/15/13