A Song Of Winter And Spring: Poetry depicting heartbreak And happiness

Daddy

There's something in your smile,
There's something in the pain,
The pain that reverberates, through my chest,
My heart aches to hear you say my name
I long to hold you close,
I'm thankful that, before you left for home,
I told you I loved you,
That you matter most.

Our relationship wasn't perfect,
We argued, fussed, and faught,
But in the last years of your life,
It's the things you gave to me,
The time, love, and words of wisdom that I rember,
All the things you taught.

You encouraged me,

Whether I painted, baked, or
Sang,
Though we both know I'm tone deaf,
You encouraged me anyway.
I'd give anything to hear your voice,
When you left,
It wasn't my choice,
But I'm trusting in His guidance,
The sweet Lord above knew
When he was taking you,
And everyone else too,
I'm working on being ok,
But right now that seems a far off dream,
You'll never know how much you meant,
How much you really mean to me
I love you daddy,
Fly high,
Free of pain and full of happiness,
In that home up in the sky

I can only imagine,
Or recount stories of old,
The way the sunlight glissens, 
On the streets of gold
The intense fragrance,
Of His holy presence,
Peace that calms a storm,
And makes the winds to cease.

I can only imagine,
Or recount scriptures of old,
The living color that surrounds you,
It's glorious, I've been told.

I'm promised entry,
Through  twelve pillars of pearls,
That make up the holy gate,
I'd love to see such a sight,
But I'm told I have to wait.

Down the center of the streets,
Living waters flow,
Glistening, clear as glass,
Pure and white as snow.

Creatures great, and some quite small,
Surround the throne,
By now, you've seen most all.

Many of the saints, that go before us,
Have paved the way with blood,
To that glorious place,
Where every tear I've ever cried,
Is wiped away and erased.

I can't wait to see you,
I'll run when the trumpet sounds,
With haste to that holy city,
Far up in the clouds.