Show Me The Way

In what seemed like an instant our every waking thought was
traumatized with the tragedy of loss,
Our hearts were heavy with the void of death and
our heads, still groggy, began to toss,
We were in so much of a daze from the recent events
that the everyday duties just didn't make sense,
Then after the procedure, my wife to be released, I got a call
our family room was gutted by fire, I had no reaction at all,
Still numbed by the disaster and holding my feelings at bay
we came upon one of "GOD's" helpers who was put there to,

"SHOW ME THE WAY"

She had a gentle disposition,a sweet face,and a soft voice
compassion and knowledge to help us make the right choice,
Remembrance was the key,but how,we did not know
then on with the rest of our lives we would go,
She gave us options that would give us closure
she bore our pain with grace and composure,
Although I was helpless to my wife on that tragic day
at least I had someone to,

"SHOW ME THE WAY"

She answered questions that I didn't even ask
she was in complete control of her somber task,
Then to the support group she did invite
we were all strangers but it just felt right,
Somewhat healed and coping with our sorrow
we had set our sites on a new and brighter tomorrow,
I had a fresh sense of meaning,that is to say
I thought I knew why she was there to,

"SHOW ME THE WAY"

I should be a better father,my heaven"sent"children deserve it
respect life and live it,thats my cause,I should serve it,
Before I could figure out where all I had failed
the screams of the death angel again had wailed,
My dear wife was with child again,but just a short time
when the life we were expecting vanished,what a crime,
Our bond was tested and our tempers flared,my peace was at bay
I looked everywhere,but could not see; where was the one to,

"SHOW ME THE WAY"

I pitied my life,what a pathetic attempt
I feared for my wife,only cowardly I dreamt,
We kept to ourselves and bickered with each other
her desire was clear and I thought selfish,to be a mother,
We were in a tailspin and falling fast
our sacred marriage,I couldn't see,wasn't going to last,
We needed guidance for what to do or what to say
here I was again longing for someone to,

"SHOW ME THE WAY"

Joy struck it's glorious chord like a symphony
I had no idea this feeling would turn to agony,
A boy this time I knew for sure,he came to our house
but he was too early and I had gone out,what a louse,
All night in the ER we had our precious one
only for memorial,GOD,what have we done,
"She" said it's OK to feel that,what we'd done she'd not say
I was saved again by this one who'd,

"SHOW ME THE WAY"

I told everyone,how glorious was this angel who walked on earth
and to her we were debted,I couldn't sum the worth,
I needed to vent my feelings by and by
but my lines,I could not read or I'd cry,
So when I was ready after almost two years
she read to the crowd while I looked on in tears,
What an enormous relief I felt that day
she said there would be,I'm glad she chose to,

"SHOW ME THE WAY"

Now we have closure in more ways than one
our prayers were answered when GOD let it be done,
We have a new baby,oh she's a rambunctious child
she's all the souls we lost plus herself and she's wild,
And now I say boldly to everyone here today
I loudly thank GOD for this one to,

"SHOW ME THE WAY"

This poem is dedicated to: Susan H
Head of
"WALK TO REMEMBER"
without her our lives would be unfocused
and our memorials, weak and unsatisfying.
May she receive as many blessings as she has given.