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Inspired Wordsmith
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Registered: ‎01-02-2009


This is the poem I wrote (and dedicated) to my grandpa when he died back in December. I just thought about it and felt like it had to be shared with everyone:





Bonds severed,

chains cut, nothing

left to hold him in pain

and discomfort, life takes

a new form of wings, takes

       him to a fresh level of freedom a

            doctor could never do for him, wraps

                  his body in warmth and surrounds him in

              a different kind of solace, a place of a

    place where nothing terrible

   happens, and he is rained

upon with impossible

happiness and beauty

too improbable for his once

blinding eyes, but he is provided

with new ones that are better than his

old, stronger limbs and a less deteriorated

face, young and starting anew with no sign of

past blemishes or wrinkles, hands that are soft and

without calluses, knees less knobby or dry and the deep,

inquisitive ability to finally maneuver freely, without avail,

with his legs, once weak and unable to stand, but now feeling as

though they could pump blood as they ran forever onward, relentless,

strangely powerful feeling but stiff as though it was the first time they had

been used for a long time; he touched his face, looked up into the glare that a

regular person couldn't

glimpse without becoming

blind, a warm, toasty light he

couldn't fathom, as though he'd

been looking right at it all his life

without truly seeing it as it should be

seen: a blessing, a providence,  Christ the

Lord; "I am free," John Seeley whispered, a

tear forming in his eye as he proceeded to join

his loved ones on the Other Side: the immortal,

everlasting, extraordinary Kingdom of the Lord.


Dedicated to my Grandpa Seeley, for God loves him and so do I.

Inspired Wordsmith
Posts: 458
Registered: ‎01-29-2009
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Re: Free

That's a really nice poem.


pain is inevitable. suffering is optional.
Distinguished Wordsmith
Posts: 411
Registered: ‎11-06-2008
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Re: Free

That was amazing. If there was ever a better tribute you could have made to your Grandfather you would really have to be reaching. Wow. I don't have to know your Grandfather to know he would have loved it. Thanks for posting it. 
The man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who cannot read them. --Mark Twain
Inspired Wordsmith
Posts: 285
Registered: ‎01-16-2009
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Re: Free

That was a nice, touching poem. It kinda makes me cry.
"I'm asleep, but that doesn't mean I'm awake."