The Grieving Heart

When grief is so great You cannot recognize the grief of others 

You become isolated and blinded 

When your heart is shattered into thousands of pieces because of your loss 

You cannot see the broken pieces of other hearts around you 

Your vision has turned inward preventing you from ever seeing their pain 

When you push away the hearts closest to you 

Those who love you dearly and want desperately to comfort you 

To take away your pain 

It hurts 

When your heart is inconsolable 

They grant you grace and retreat 

As they try to understand your bitter grief and tremendous loss 

Still Their tears flow along side yours and well up in pools of grief that drown their intended purpose 

So those closest to you withdraw 

To quietly and prayerfully grieve over your bitterly grieving heart 

And to commit you to the hands of Our Heavenly Father To comfort you and give you peace 

And to ask for the healing of their broken hearts

 Time Passes

Time passes

And takes with it my pain 

The breathtaking pain of grief 

That lingers 

But finally fades into yesterday

Tears that once flowed continuously 

Slow day by day

To flowing less frequently 

But still never stop

Always the reminders 

Are in everything 

The smell 

The memory 

The glimpse of a shadow 

The space occupied 

Now empty 

Time passes

And takes with it my pain

When I’m no more

No tears

When my memory joins yours

 The Pain Revisits

The pain revisits

When I watch a sad movie

The loss of a loved one revisits and is

Never forgotten 

The loss is relived everyday 

Every night

It’s the sudden, unexpected loss

That replays over and over

As comfort and peace try to

Elude the grasp

Of the bearer

To torture the soul

But God’s mercy intervenes

To grant hope everlasting 

 Who Holds My Tomorrow 

Who holds my future 

Where will I land

In whose hands will I fall

Independence has lost its grasp

As my eyes grow dim

In whose hands hold my days

As my dreams fade away 

Who will care if I fail this life

Or leave unannounced 

To cross over yonder

To the promised land

And seek its beauty beyond

A burden I’ve become 

Unintentional, and yet 

To depend upon offspring 

Is today my beget 

Shorten my days I pray 

For mercy I request 

To meet my maker soon

To see the one 

Who holds my tomorrow 

With no regrets I shall go 

Our World Stopped

 Our World Stopped

When you were taken away, we cried. 

Devastation shrouded our lives

As we tried to understand why. 

The “why” eludes us as we try to grasp the reason and our own purpose. 

Time stood still when we learned of your passing, yet time continued on. 

You are now a memory sealed in our hearts and kept alive with our smiles, laughter… and tears… as we recall significant events and milestones of your life. 

The heartache of losing you is tremendous, and we wonder at our own survival. 

In the wake of your death are many who loved you, and love you still, who are drowning in grief as we learn to celebrate your life and learn to live on without you. The pain is unbearable and breathtaking. 

Until we meet again in the sky, the great beyond, our heavenly home, we will choose life, one day at a time, and rely on God to carry us during our disabled state, a state of confusion and disbelief. 

Love and support help us cope, even so, the hole created by your absence is great and cannot be filled. Your memories will have to suffice until we are able to join you. Until then, we are missing you. 

Fran Hopkins O’Rourke 

2021

Written for and dedicated to my son David O’Rourke in memory of the passing of his son Braden O’Rourke. 

Braden O’Rourke

9/5/2001

4/10/2021

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Leprechaun's Deceipt

The rainbow is God's promise
not a path that leads astray
to pots of gold and empty promises
that are soon to fade away

For such things are for the foolish
who chase false hopes and empty dreams
for Leprechaun deceives them
and preys upon their greed

In their search of gold and happiness
to this end they will receive
only grief and disappointment
not the treasure that they seek

Francene Hopkins
Copyright 3-17-2004