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Category: Grief

You Are The Reason

Posted on May 6, 2024May 23, 2024 by Joe Merkle

Of This New Season

Spring

Born in spring, a new life begins
A baby boy born of woman
Inheriting his ancestor’s sins
Crying over once again being human

Summer

Youth manifests its boundless energy
Sun rays bake skin golden brown
Playing, prancing, light and fancy-free
With energy that knows no bounds

Autumn

Tree leaves that fill Van Gogh with jealousy
Love blossoms within expectant hearts
Lover’s bodies meld zealously
A lifetime ahead for these sweethearts

Winter

The icy cold clatters these aged bones
Heartbroken by Death’s finality
The flag I fly is skull and crossbones
My body, icy cold, stiff, shivering

But Then…A New Mysterious Season

An angel of mercy graced my threshold
Tossed aside my insistent futility
Gently, she removed my blindfold
Now spending eternity exploring infinity

©2024 Joe Merkle All rights reserved.

I have had the privilege of sharing great love all my life. When my wife died in May of 2021 I never thought I would feel a deep, loving connection again. But God took pity on me and sent me an angel disguised as a woman. That was rather sneaky of IT as I wanted no part of this earthly existence anymore. I am forever grateful. I just wonder what IT expects in return. Whatever it may be it should be very interesting indeed.

An Imperfect Perfectionist

Posted on May 6, 2024May 6, 2024 by Joe Merkle

Fighting to find fleeting memories
Like ghosts, they pervade her dreams
They escape when she awakes
Leaving her nothing left to claim

Left alone with her imagination
Exploring her heart for any inspiration
Finding dissatisfaction in every action
Desperately seeking a spiritual transaction

Disturbing to her that she received so selfishly
Gifts provided prophetically
Granted by God for her spiritual benefit
She’s become an imperfect perfectionist

Her days of delightfully dancing departed
The reward she earned, brokenhearted
The days, they fade away
In a web of disappointing ways

Still, she prays for celestial intervention

©2024 Joe Merkle All rights reserved.

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