Our walls can no longer hold laughter,
like they always have done before.
But instead, it’s like sadness
decides to move in,
and then quietly closes the door.

Grief is a quiet intruder,
who will show up whenever he will.
And the silence that’s left,
when their eyes close in death,
is a silence that cannot be still.

And so we must travel this journey,
with our hearts that lie shattered and sore.
We’ll have others keep watching
each step that we take,
for they want things to be like before.

You can’t take the heart out of someone,
and expect they will still be the same.
When the thing that they long for
is simply to hear,
the one whom they lost call their name.

Books you may like,

Always There: Finding God’s Comfort Through Loss

Getting Through the Holidays: Words of Comfort for Those in Grief