muriel

LEAVING A MARK

Vulnerable, gullible and yet so wise

In ways beyond my ken

A prophet, divinely guided

Doubting and fearful

and then

So sure and brave

How can I know someone so well

Who remains a mystery to me

Touching so many in ways unsaid

And leaving a mark for eternity

"RUTH"

Bright eyes,

infectious smile

I've known her

for a little while

Her hair is pretty,

her dress quite worn

She is happy to see me

We visit together one day a week

Most ofen we sit in her little room

That she shares with others in her home

She speaks of her memories of days gone by

Where is the family who left her to die?

My efforts were futile in seeking them out

She's been forgotten, there is no doubt

We speak about Jesus, the songs that she learned

The piano she played, quite beautifully I've heard

A simple, loving woman with so many woes

Is now wasting before and knows me no more

She tells me she wants to die

How can I comfort this wonderful lady

Who is so far away from me now

My touch she repels, my words go unheeded

Oh how I wish I could give what is needed

She never will know what a gift she has given

Allowing me into her life for a while

My visits will always continue

Til she has walked her very last mile

Compassion, caring and love she taught me

Is never too little too late

I'm thankful for our time together

My friend, I am here and we'll wait.

Alone at last, a quiet time,

My mind's a buzz with many thoughts

Who is this me that people know

Am I the person that they see

A shrug, a laugh, a little tear

What is it that I do not hear

A wee small voice within my soul

Speaks out to me, just let it be

A whisper of a better time, a longing for the past

So I could see with clearer eyes the way things really were

A child cries, What did I do?

Was I aware, I can't recall

It's like I wasn't here.

I went through the motions

Where was I?

Who am I?

................................sent to me by my dear sister,

Muriel Lewis on November 3, 2005.

She sent a short note with the poem which said, "I wrote this a few years ago - seems more relevant to me now than it did then for some reason."

Muriel passed away December 22, 2005.

My sister, my mentor, my best friend......I miss you.

Poem written by Muriel

found by Eric on a shelf between books

When this body dies I'll fly from earth

To a place beyond the sun

Where once I lived and danced and sang

With the angels I'll be one.

The memories of that distant past

Will flood through me again

I'll know why I had left that place

To the earth below the sun

And why I longed for a place unknown

All the while I lived there.

I know there will be things undone

And things I did as planned

I hope my deeds meant only good

As the scheme of life goes

My undone plans will be passed on

To someone better than me

Who will leave their mark as well.

And someday when all things are done

As God has planned for man

I will sing and dance as I used to do

Someday,

I don't know when.

In Memory of your 1st Birthday in Heaven

Hi Muriel,

Happy 68th birthday, dear,

We wish you love and good cheer,

How much you are missed you'll never know,

Your welcoming arms,

Your winsome charms,

I take with me each day wherever I go.

Shopping was always so exciting

You always helped me

Pick and match.

Playing scrabble together,

Was so much fun, as we

Always had a great laugh.

I love you so much

Miss your gentle touch,

You now have no pain or heartache to face,

You went through so much,

You never made any fuss,

I know you are secure in a far better place.

Once again Happy Birthday sister dear,

I speak for all of your family here,

Not a day goes by we do not see your smile

Or feel your presence with us all the while.

One day we will all be together again,

In Heaven where you and our Saviour reign.

With love from Eleanor

and your entire family.

Muriel loved her garden

Of that there is no doubt

What little I know I've learned from her

She was always there to help me out.

Muriel loved the yellow rose

As she loved all of nature

We plant this rose bush in honour of her

To grow as her love did, strong and pure.

Muriel loved her family

And we all loved her too

Happy Birthday my sister dear

These yellow roses we've planted for you.

Love always and forever,

Audrey.