It must happen to us all at times, we wake up in the morning and we've dreamed about someone we love who is no longer here, but the dream is so real that for a moment you think they're near you, you can almost touch them and you want to tell them one more time how much you love them and miss them and how every moment you spent away from them seems wasted, and you feel so happy that you loved them and so sad at the same time then you wipe away the tears and come back to the present but the dream lingers.
Here is a poem by George Matheson (1842 1906) about that feeling.
O Joy, that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to Thee,
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not in vain
That morn shall tearless be.
No comments:
Post a Comment