You held my hand and walked me through the woods
told me stories by the candlelight
Your eyes twinkling as you read stories of yore
I sat in rapt attention, lost in the sound of your voice.
The meals we shared, all the times we laughed
For every time I held your hand, for every time I shared your joy;
I can't believe I won't see you again
I keep holding onto your hand, your fingers in mine
and time can't take that away.
I had my heart set on happiness
Now, a fist clenching my insides
sinks down my vitals,
and I can hardly breathe
My heavy heart wears me down,
and I'm not alright.
His ways I don't understand,
and I don't even try
It is His to give and His to take away
and I can only look back.
I'll just rest my head at His heart,
lay my hurt on His shoulder
I'll just be held in His arms,
entwine my fingers with His,
and live under the shadow of His wings.
-In memory of my beautiful cousin, Bindu John, whose voice still rings in my ears.
