one day

time heals wounds, but the trouble is,

no matter how much time has passed.

brothers were never meant for losing.

minutes are slow and the days are fast.

scars remain, some days unfelt, unseen,

but truth is, all days aren’t like some days.

some days even good memories hurt.

and some days i struggle to find.

how we live with a hole so deep.

how he lived with a broken mind.

some days i reach to change the past.

some days i wonder if good things last.

but hearts are meant to beat and bleed.

pieces of his remain for those closest to see:

one day we’ll find those rough hands.

one day we’ll see his kind face.

free of hurt, a burden lifted.

one day we’ll find that place.

where our brother’s sleep is finally free,

where we open eyes so the soul can see.

all i know is one day…

there’ll be no more some days.

some days the trouble finds me.

some days even thoughts can’t hide.

when the pain is as thick as the road is long.

i’m forced to wrestle the hurt inside.

some days life pushes it down-almost gone.

and some days i barely hear the song.

but no shovel and earth can bury its sting.

so i listen in hopes to hear them sing:

one day we’ll find those rough hands.

one day we’ll see his kind face.

free of hurt, a burden lifted.

one day we’ll find that place.

where our brother’s sleep is finally free,

where we open eyes so the soul can see.

all i know is one day…

there’ll be no more some days.

one day we’ll find those rough hands.

one day we’ll see his kind face.

free of hurt, a burden lifted.

one day we’ll find that place.

where he never thirsts, and we all drink deep.

of Living Water, and a Light that keeps.

all i know is one day…

there’ll be no more some days.

because our brother’s sleep is finally free.

The King opens our eyes for our souls to see.

that the hurt is His, not ours to hold.

each one His own, both young and old.

He smiles and tells us one day,

there’ll be no more some days.

-hb mercy

(photo of my brother. written for him)