It's not easy.

A poem to my wife:

Nights like these are hard to bear

Knowing you are out there somewhere

Finger tips slow and graceful

Holding what is so dear, so meaningful

A selfish ambition deep in my heart

Is to have you here, no longer apart

I wish our time was here today

But to plan my own life is not the way

My hands, cold, rough, and empty

Make me try too hard, its tempting

To try to find the piece that’s missing

But only to learn I’m still in testing.

I want those days of smiles and chuckles

And times of serenity, when knees will buckle

Dancing, dinners, and nights to remember

Our hearts on fire, starting from an ember

Dozing off to a soothing tune

To a late night walk under a full blue moon.

My six string heart, plays only for you

Singing to the eyes of a love so true.

All these things are yet to come

Wherever you are, I’m still willing to run.

My God has promised, a faithful helper

Jeremiah 29:11 – His plan. We’ll prosper.

I really want you here with me. Maybe you are, but I haven't seen which way God's leading me. Prolly means i'm still learning. Please be patient with me. I'm praying for you. I love you.

Geren