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Be Still, My Child (Poem by my son, age 20)

Be Still, My Child

by David Timothy Kretzmann

Oh how I miss you
I wake but the dream is not lifted
This weight cannot be shifted
My slumber haunts me
With images that could have been
But not in this new reality
My conscience forces me to ask
How could it happen this way
Why were you taken away
Everyone watching, powerless
As you move from this world to the next
Yet your eyes showed no fear
How could you not be scared?
I weep for a future without you there
And when I reach all despair
In the darkened moments
When sorrow abounds
And I tremble with regret
I listen for your voice
Anxious for you alone
Desperate to bring you back
And when my hope is lost
Inside grows this feeling
Your thoughts seep into my being
To bring me where I belong
Your voice that was there all along

“Be still, my child
Weep not for my body
Love is the timeless vessel with which we are connected
Fear not the future, for I am with you
Cry not for my presence, for I am here
Cling not to doubt, for I have traveled the Path you tread
Inside you will find what you seek
Adventurous joy and joyous adventure
Drift not to angst, you will see me again
Eternity’s pole will guide you
Our true home lies not in this world
Travel forward, my child
Worry not for the trials ahead
For you are a part of me
And I of you
Look inside and you will see
A glimmer of the world that is to be
This is life’s journey
Ever patient, ever courageous, ever joyful
Time is but a mirage of separation
I cannot forget you
Just as you cannot forget me
Yet your journey here remains
Learn that which you need to learn
And when you are ready
When your time is near
Let there be no fear
This dream will be lifted
With open arms, I will be waiting
To say Well done, my son
You are home now
Come! let me show you
Together, we will be free.”

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Comment by Maria Louisa on March 29, 2013 at 8:51am

Thank you, Suz, for your sweet comments on my son's poem... I am so glad you feel the inspiration to share it. I will let him know...

Comment by Suz on March 28, 2013 at 11:35am

Maria Louisa, 

That is an amazing poem. It brought me to tears almost instantly. i will share it, too, and I will be sure and give him credit. He is very talented!

Comment by Maria Louisa on March 28, 2013 at 8:50am

Thank you all for your loving comments on this poem. Mrs D - your tears touch my heart - Yes - you may share it... Simply include my son's name as the author...

Comment by saudade on March 28, 2013 at 6:48am

beautiful

Comment by MrsD on March 28, 2013 at 6:15am
May I share this?
Comment by MrsD on March 28, 2013 at 6:14am
I cried reading this. My daughter was two and a half months old when my husband died. I often wonder how I will explain his death (alcoholism) and still convey to her how deeply he loved and wanted her. I'd like to save this for her.
Comment by Maria Louisa on March 27, 2013 at 7:55pm

Thank you, Cristina, for your kind comments about my son's poems - It means a lot to me!

Comment by Cristina on March 27, 2013 at 7:14pm

...and, I just want to add, I speak from experience, when I say you can let him lead you at times...my 21 year old son has been an absolute godsend to me, in the nearly two years since we lost Billie - never underestimate the power of these young ones to guide us to Truth. 

Comment by Cristina on March 27, 2013 at 7:09pm

O, my goodness, your son is amazing!! This is just beautiful!! I am so happy for him that he can feel this, hear this, know this....you must be, too.  It is wonderful that he allowed you to share this with us...what a stunning young man.  Let his wisdom guide you, too, Maria Louisa. 

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