So many of us have loved ones not within arms or quick car-ride's reach...
Oh, what a gift to love enough to suffer its glorious pangs!
Our grand-kiddos other set of grandparents live an airplane flight away
so needless to say, they suffer the kind of pangs
possible only by beautiful love!
We miss our Nova Scotia family too💕
The 'other gramma' has become a dear friend of mine
so this poem was inspired by the Afterward of her recent visit💖💘
(Pics used with permission. photo credit: Emily Curry)
Oh, glorious pangs of love
No sorrow is so sweet
The heart is like a treasure trove
As smiles and tears compete
Where, though our paths may part
It holds in its embrace
Love’s everlasting works of art
That nothing can erase
Oh, glorious pangs of love
What tender weight to bear
The bitter-sweetest banter of
Echoes upon the air
Where once upon a day
The joy of you and me
Became what none can steal away
A cherished memory
Oh, glorious pangs of love
May we all be so blessed
As to never get quite enough
Time with those we love best
Then, though farewells must be
As you and I must part
May memory’s kind company
Soothe sorrow’s stinging smart
How oft it warms my heart
To picture God above
And how He too must ache and smart
With glorious pangs of love
While counting down The Toll
That draws us through the Door
Where He unveils love’s sweetest goal
Together Evermore
© Janet Martin
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