butterfly / A. Friend (friend)
I saw a butterfly the day after Sara died. It came around quite often in the days following as if to tell me "i'm ok". This butterfly stayed and never lft even when you walked past. There is a saying that a butterfly is like a spirit.
Unlike most people it was hard for us to grieve. Unfamiluar with what the process should be in such circumstances.
there was a song that seemed to give us some kind of peace.
Its by Natalie Grant
This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we'd be held.
This hand is bitterness.
We want to taste it, let the hatred know our sorrow.
The wise hands opens slowly to lilies of the valley and tomorrow.
[Chorus:]
This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we'd be held.
[Bridge:]
If hope is born of suffering.
If this is only the beginning.
Can we not wait for one hour watching for our Savior?
[Chorus:]
This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we'd be held.
Its not easy . The great debate about fate and the shoes that just don't quite fit. We ourselves hope you find peace. Give yourself other reasons to go on. I will not forget the young lady, the free spirit, the butterfly.
A friend
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