Friday, January 7, 2011

The Beginning of Days

How many days has it been?
How many months?
How many years?

And yet it seems like only yesterday
that you were here

But time has sped by, raced ahead
to fill the empty spaces you left behind

The days have passed into months
The months have passed into years
Like small streams that run into rivers
and empty into the ocean
of our collective sorrows

And days accumulate into Time
And Time is a balm 
like bread to the hungry
and water to the thirsty
Time nourishes our broken heart

By counting the days behind us
When finally, there are so many
We no longer feel the fresh pain
of the beginning of days

(c) Anita M. Ashworth 2011


Dakota said...

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Have a blessed day!

In Christ,

Anita said...

Hi Dakota,
Thanks for visiting my blog and so nice to meet you. You have an interesting name and I've looked up your have some awesome photographs.
Blessings to you,

Rita said...

Ah, Anita, it is so hard to lose a loved one. I hope it hasn't been recently for you. I remember when my mom died. It seemed like a dream at the time and I kept thinking I would wake up from it. Hope your year is going well.

Anita said...

Rita, I wrote this some time ago. I was thinking about how fast time goes by and how we miss our loved ones who are no longer with us. I miss my mother, too, and she's been gone for almost 10 years this year.
Hope you have a blessed week!