I found this poem soon after my husband died and it so expressed my feelings.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message, He is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemem wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East, my West,
My Working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song,
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now, put out every one:
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods:
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
W.H. Auden
Thankfully our sweet Lord rescued me from such feelings of despair and gave me hope in Him! Thankfully I'll never feel that way again, because of my hope in Christ!
