Monday, 14 January 2019

No chance for one more time


Anyone who has experienced grieve or sorrow to a point of great mourning, will identify with this. Though I haven't experienced sorrow to that extreme, I identify with those who do and who have. I pray for great comfort for those who are currently going through grieve and those who have and are still paining over the past hurts of a loss of a loved one. I reflected after yesterday's sermon on Matthew 4:5, and I am grateful for those that I still have in my life and I also cry with those that are bereaved. Be blessed and comforted. 

Lament or reminisce, here goes:

We never got the last chance
To sing our song,
To take our last selfie,
To share our last meal,
To argue about directions while fighting about which radio station to listen to.

No last chance to look at each other and just smile,
To just sit without the need to start a conversation because we are not fazed by the awkwardness,
No last chance to be goofy, speak silly, act weird and explore our foolery.

We will never get our last chance to dress alike, 
Exchange books and chat crazy non stop,
No more chance to do our hand shake, to do our dance or to go on our strolls, 
No more to coffee dates, watching our movie and laughing at lame jokes,
No more holding hands, watching sunsets or making pictures of what the stars displayed,
No more rain days or picnic outings,
No one more chance for video calling, Snapchat, Skype and retweets.
We never got our last chance to rap to our song, while laughing like we are drunk and argue about the lyrics like we wrote the song.
Never will we have our chance to ride to where-ever, sing aloud and stop to dance to whatever.
All that to an end in a sudden blink.

If I somehow knew this day would come so soon, I would have paused to appreciate you better 😢

No memory to mind of the last time I saw you dance, while singing your songs and doing chores in your back-in-the-days hairstyles.
I don't recall the last time we got woken up on Sunday morning by your cooking before church.
No more chance to hear you praise our achievements and be proud of our success, 
We will definitely miss your untimely shouting over dirty dishes and being on phones with earphones and all.

We are never gonna have our one more time; 
To celebrate and dance, cry and laugh like there is no last time, but it arrived!

Just like that, the enemy has stolen again, I hope Heaven has gained an Angel.
It's hard to punctuate the end of US together with a stop, so I will use ellipsis...