On the way home, I needed to stop by my house/former B&B to pick something up. We no longer live there, as we moved out when we thought we had a buyer. Well, grief overwhelmed me as I walked through the empty house. And guilt. I had a long cry, against my wishes but there it was. These are roses and oregano I picked from my unattended garden before I left.
Today I stumbled across this poem I wrote a few months ago, when all this was finally unraveling.
Days of Dream
December 10, 2010
The Days of Dream are now at end
The shattered pieces lie
In disarray, pierced through my heart
Why did it have to die?
The wait was long, the climb was hard
To reach the treasured peak
It seems I’d only just begun
And barely got to peak
At what I thought would be so grand
A passion lived to serve
The plans laid out, a joyous start --
Then Life threw out its curve.
A future gone, hard work for naught
It’s never what we think
Vision cradled and nurtured through --
Not foreseeing such a kink.
The taste is bitter, this demise
Alas the Dream now racks
My waking time with baneful thoughts
Of emptiness and lack.
The tears I thought had all dried up
Continue yet to flow
When will they end, these acid drops,
Proclaims my heart of woe!
The Lord does say to carry on
And persevere ‘til end
He never leaves us, nor forsakes --
Our broken hearts He’ll mend
Lift up thine eyes unto the hills
For therein comes thy aid
Look not toward low or evil things
Blessed promises He has made.
For He alone can right the wrongs
And make all things anew
Restoring hope to heartsick souls
As only He can do.
---------------------------I don't want to look back, but the current emptiness haunts me. It makes it difficult to look for a job that in my heart-of-hearts I don't TRULY want. I want what I had. Obviously God has other plans. I wish He'd speak louder and more often sometimes, but that isn't the way He seems to work. Bump...