THEY TOLD ME ALREADY....THIS TOO WILL PASS.

God`s wants to meet with you and me in this place called grief, in the long now, in the rusty, drawn out grey period presently placed, this pain, this sorrow. 

First weekend without you, been on long bus ride, taking longer one home.
Where empty wheelchair is folded away, 

Till someone else needs your power wheels. Sometime yesterday chatted to your empty wheelchair about the messy complexities of your life.

Of course Matthew, like mine and others. Your stubbornness' , resilience,strengths, when you said goodbye, tears seeing you depart.

More time must pass between us, l must grow old and soon.

Confused about how much you knew along with bit of legal mess you've made. Cheeky monkey.  

So l took our wonder nature walk, Gotta tell you, watched Wild bird life, well `Heron` stood on patrol at river side, `Buzzard` flew our skies, Small `pippin` darted by, 'Reindeer` far away stood paused in a field.

A seals head appeared and waves hit the shore.

Let you know when there is more.

Where is God when it hurts so bad?

That you can't hold back the tears?

Where is God in the sickness

That the prayers didn't fix?

When it don't make sense

Where is God in all of this?

Right here where He's always been.

He never left and He never will.

`THE AFTERS``