Resurrected Living
"What are you going to do with your new resurrected life? This is the heroic question." Richard Rohr

Sorrowing Hope

My grandfather was many things.  He was a Christian, elder in the church, husband, father, veteran, but what some people may not know is that he was also a poet and an artist.  He studied Native American history and loved to draw Native Americans and other western scenes.  Although he could not prove it he believed we were descendants of the great Comanche chief Quanah Parker.  I believe he enjoyed the romanticism of being related to a great indian chief.  My grandfather also spent a lot of time writing poetry.  His poetry often took on more serious subjects.  He would write about his love for my grandmother or life in general.  The following is one of his poems.

Sorrowing Hope
By Bob Parker

When it comes my time to cry alone,
And the world must pass me by,
Please God help me to go on,
May I know that Thou art nigh.

May I look for sunsets yet unseen,
The smiles of those yet here,
May I know that all did not leave me, Lord
When I lost the one so dear.

Let me see love thru heartaches
I must bear with whom I’ve shared.
May my solace be dear God,
With those for whom I care.

Give me sweet repose dear God,
To somehow smile and make each day,
Although I know within my heart,
The loneliness will stay.

I need that courage to arise and walk again,
To make the pathway of this strife,
So that I might meet my loves again,
Beyond the sorrow of this life.

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