Part of the Blur

Too much
loss,
pain,
memories,
frustration,
pride,
joy,
voices
in your head,
songs
in your heart,
too much
recollection of joy,
anticipation of the unknown,
water under the bridge,
too much history
for one head to carry,
of what was
and wasn’t
of how fate conspired
to put you here,
just where you were supposed to be
for the people you love,
for yourself,
for the times that rush around you
in a blur.
Too much
emotion,
leaving you
breathless
at the beauty and the horror
aware you are standing
not on your own,
by a God of grace
that is too much to understand,
and is himself,
part of the blur.

About this poem

It was quite a day yesterday.

Tom