LIGHT A CANDLE

And I will light a candle for you.
To shatter all the darkness and bless the times we knew.
Like a beacon in the night.
The flame will burn bright and guide us on our way.
Oh, today I light a candle for you.
The seasons come and go, And I'm weary of the change.
I keep moving on, you know it's not the same.
And when I'm walking all alone, Do you hear me call your name?
Do you her me sing the songs we used to sing?
You filled my life with wonder,
Touched me with surprise,
I always saw that something special deep within Your eyes.
And through the good times and the bad,
We carried on with pride.
I hold onto the love and life we knew.

~Paul Alexander

Dear Lord, I Wonder

I know it's wrong to question
the working of Your plan.
But I can't help to wonder,
And pray You understand,
To us, our loved ones You've only lent
To teach and hold, to love,
But I can't help but miss her
And tell her that I care.
I wonder if I treated her
The way you thought I should
Or did I make too many mistakes
As only a loved one could?

I wonder if the ache and pain
Will ever go away,
If I'll find peace and happiness
Another time and day
I wonder if she misses me
And thinks about me some
I wonder if she's waiting,
For the day I too, shall come
I wonder if in Heaven
She ever thinks of me,
Or is her life so beautiful
She really does not see?
The holidays are coming, Lord,
I don't know what to do
I know that there are others living
But wish the days were through.

Now Lord, I need a favor
For myself and for my friends;
I ask You for forgiveness
For our hearts that will not mend.
I need to ask You one thing more...
Before I let You go,
Will You wish our loved ones a
Merry Christmas, hug them and tell them
We miss and love them so.

Once upon a dream, I looked out among the stars
And watched a scene of angels playing their guitars
There is a Heaven, A better place not far away.
I wonder if your purpose in this life
was to light my way
To guarantee that we will meet in Heaven...

~Author Unknown~

Dear Mom
I know this is a rough time for you
so I will be as gentle as I can be.


First of all, thank you for so many tears,
particularly those shared with another that you love.
They are a gift to me, a precious tribute to your investment in me.
As you do your mourning, do it at your own pace only.
Don't let anybody suggest that you do your grief work on their timetable.
Do whatever it takes to face directly the reality of what happened,
even though you may need to pause frequently and yearn for my return.
Do this with courage and my blessing.
Know that sometimes inertia is the only movement possible.
Give your best to keeping a balance between remembering me
and renewing your commitments to life.
It's okay with me if you go through minutes, hours
and even days not thinking about me.
I know that you'll never forget.
Loosening me and grabbingh hold of a new meaning is a delicate art.
I'm not sure if one comes before the other or not, maybe it's a combination.
Be with people who accept you as you are.
Mention my name out loud and if they don't make a hasty retreat,
they're probably excellent candidates for friendship.


If, by a remote possibility, you think that there is anything
that you could have done for me and didn't,
I forgive you, as our Creator does.
Resentment does not abide here, only love.


You know how people sometimes ask you how many children you have?
Well, I am still yours and you are still my mother.
Always acknowledge that with tenderness, unless to do so
would fall on insensitive ears or would be painful to you.
I know how you feel inside.
Read, even though your tears anoint the page.
There is an immense library here and I have a card.
In Henri Nowens' "Out of Solitude", he writes,


"The friend who can be silent with us
in a moment of despair and confusion,
who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement,
who can tolerate not healing,
and face with us the reality of our powerlessness,
that is a friend who cares".
Mom, I don't know where you are spiritually now,
but rest assured that our Creator is not gone.
The still small voice you hear in your heart is His voice.
The warmth that sometimes enfolds you is Him.
The tears that tremble just beneath your heartbeat is Him.
He is in you, as I am.
I want you to know that I am okay,
and I have sent you messages to ease your pain.
They come in the form of flowers that bloom out of season,
birds singing, voices and visions, and sometimes
through your friends and even strangers whol volunteer as angels.
Stay open, but don't expect the overly dramatic.
You will get hat you need and it may be simply an internal peace.
You are not crazy, you have been comformted.
People seek out people bereaved longer than you.
They are tellers of the truth, and if they have done their work
are an inspiration and a beacon of hope
whose pain lessened dramatically with one more wisdom.
And before we close
There are still funny things happening in our world.
It delights me to no end when I hear your spontaneous, uncontrolled laughter.
That too, will come in due time.
Today, I light a candle for you.
Joined with your candles,
let their light shine above the darkness.