Fingerprints on Our Hearts

1939-1998

A Tribute to Byron

There is no movement in the room.
Shadows hide the sense of gloom.
Darkness holds its sweet reward:
You left fingerprints on our hearts.

~

Life soon ebbs with shallow breath.
A Voice within says, “Come and Rest.”
Whispers like a gentle breeze:
You left fingerprints on our hearts.

~

Sun is rising; sky is clear,
Death is drawing ever near.
Angels here to take you home:
You left fingerprints on our hearts.

~

Goodbye dear one; your time has come.
Go with God at the rising sun.
Leaving us with our memories:
You left fingerprints on our hearts.

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The Story Behind the Poem

I was working through some thoughts recently to try and mold them into words that would have some meaning as a poem or short story. Slowly, the thoughts did become words and the words took on a personal meaning the more I worked with them. The end result was a poem that took me back to a hospital room in Florida; on the morning my brother-in-law Byron Coit passed away.

The one thing that I remember most about that morning was the sunrise. When Byron breathed for the last time, I looked out the window and the sun was just coming up on the horizon.

Byron was 59-years old when he passed. He left us in the “sonrise” of that morning, but his fingerprints will always be on our hearts. Keep the Faith

4 Comments

4 thoughts on “Fingerprints on Our Hearts

  1. I’m so thankful that in Christ, we never have to say “good-bye,” only “see you later!”

    What a reunion we will have one day, eh? I can’t wait!

    Maranatha.

    In Christ,
    Tami
    \o/
    Praising Jesus who gives us hope!

    PS Thanks for following Lessons by Heart. May the Lord richly bless your work here and give a bountiful harvest for your labor of love. :)

  2. To me, we meet all of our loved ones in heaven above. I believe all animals will meet with us too. It saddens me to think that some of the near death experiences does not often talk about their animals. What a powerful prayer to Byron so young; the touches so many hearts and souls. The memories live on forever or until we meet him again in eternity.

  3. This post made me cry…it was so beautifully written. It also took me back to the day that my dad died…just as he breathed his last, the sun rose above the horizon, shining through the window on us…just a reminder that his eternal day had come and he was at that moment face to face with Jesus.

    I’ve been looking at your blog and I am so sorry for the loss of your son and your brother-in-law. Your faith shines.

    Blessings,
    Susan

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