Time keeps rushing forward
While you’re getting left behind.
With each rapidly passing moment
I’m involuntarily thrust ahead.
You stand still behind me.
Frozen.
I move farther from you.
Resistant.
But I’m constantly looking back,
Outstretched hand
Crying for you to be near.
Aching.
Instead
You are getting farther and farther away.
Harder to see.
More obscured by the distance.
The expanse between us grows,
And familiarity diminishes.
My years with you
Becoming a mirage.
You stand still behind me.
Frozen.
I move farther from you.
Resistant.
Then I look forward.
On the horizon
You are waiting.
Outstretched hand
Patient for me to come near.
Secure.
I want to run ahead.
Instead
I must wait.
But you are getting closer and closer.
As the expanse between us shrinks,
Hope grows.
Eternity with you
One day a reality.
You stand still before me.
Alive.
I move closer to you.
Eager.
8 replies on “Rushing Forward”
Christina, I really have no words to express how I feel after reading this. You have the most wonderful gift of words–this was one of the most poignant things I have ever read. You captured the feelings of all who have lost loved ones. Blessings and love, Robyn
you have such a gift with words…a beautiful description of the relationship between your grief and faith of what lies before you…I’m going to pass this along to a friend who has experienced the loss of her infant son.
Beautiful.
This poem inspires me to do art! My head is spinning and I am praying for you my friend. Much love!
I LOVE the contrast between looking behind and then looking ahead. What beautiful HOPE! ASSURANCE!!
Strong words. Strong images. Strong faith.
Resistant. Aching. Resistant. Secure. Alive. Eager.
Beautiful.
Breathtaking.
I have no other words except to echo what everyone else said.
Always keeping you close to my heart and in my prayers.
Love you much,
Heather
You are truly a gifted writer Christina! Your words touched the inner fibers of my soul and my tears are yours…
a big hug !!