You understood my silence that day
When my beloved had passed away
We both knew his sickness could no longer be born
Yet I prayed for a miracle though weary and worn.
‘Put the clock back’ was my frantic prayer
To the days when my partner was fully aware
Days free of pain free of weakness and loss
Movement then normal and smiles were not lost.
Did he hear then the music of Heaven?
Was he aware of the love he’d been given?
Did he long for the call Home just as I do now
Yet I have no sickness but what old age endows?
You understand why I’m not silent now
Counting the days that I am allowed
Looking ahead, but no further than You
I can’t imagine the things I might do.
Lord how I need You, how small is my part
In working, though worship has hold of my heart
You understand my changing needs
My lack of ability to do things at speed.
My mind is still full of the things I must write
Before I forget whether morning or night
I see time is slipping slowly away
I forget lots of things but I remember to pray.
Wyn Barratt July 2012.