voices three



today my momma, papa, and me carried a hand-plucked bouquet of violets, viburnum, and dogwood branches to the place where my nana is at but is not really at.
we all had a good cry.
today is one year.

i am listening to this song and thinking about how wonderful it is to grieve with others.
today we were not one standing before my nana's grave shedding tears for a woman that was so dear, is so dear. we were voices three, singing together in harmony,
grieving for our nana, our mother, and our lover.

sometimes i'm surprised by nights that are hard.
and then i remember that i shouldn't be surprised.

2 comments:

Cari said...

When I go don’t cry for me
In my fathers arms I’ll be
The wounds this world left on my soul
Will all be healed and I’ll be whole
Sun and moon will be replaced
With the light of Jesus’ face
And I will not be ashamed
For my savior knows my name

It don’t matter where you bury me
I’ll be home and I’ll be free
It don’t matter where I lay
All my tears be washed away
Gold and silver blind the eye
Temporary riches lie
Come and eat from heaven’s store
Come and drink and thirst no more
So weep not for me my friend
When my time below does end
For my life belongs to him
Who will raise the dead again

It don’t matter where you bury me
I’ll be home and I’ll be free
It don’t matter where I lay
All my tears be washed away
- Jars of Clay "All My Tears"

aimee bee said...

thank you cari :)
i'm listening to it now. reminds me of how much i love jars of clay.

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