God's Sacred Snowstorm (an odyssey 2010)

Memorial Day has come and gone
but here I am still hanging on.
Sweet memories tell me you're still gone
and I am glad to say...

I walked around like living dead.
I tried within my mind and head
to do the things you did and said.
I blocked it out some way...

But the snowstorms of 2010;
like clean white blankets closed me in
and brought sweet memories back again
with music's gentle sway.

While reading Psalm 132 ...
I learned to ask God what to do.
I would not sleep until I knew ...
to follow His own way.

I then turned on the radio
and heard our songs from long ago.
That's when my tears began to flow
to melt my heart of clay.

A sign from Heaven up above
on angel wings of snow white doves;
healing hurt with songs of love
to last day after day.

And now I sing and write again,
not wishing for what might have been
but thankful for what I had then
that time cannot erase.

So now I never will forget.
The snow will be my signet yet.
Until the day of my own death
I'll live for brighter days.

This poem was a finalist in the September 2011 poetry contest