Tomorrow? The below lament is not in my plans, but who knows when it might be?
Neither Tomorrow nor the Next Second Is Promised
Tomorrow? A few weeks ago, a woman was killed in an auto accident. She was very well liked so the office shut down for her funeral and it was on the news and so on. On the day the workers came back to work, they found this poem in their e-mail that the deceased woman had sent on Friday before she left for home.
If Tomorrow Starts Without Me
“If tomorrow starts without me,
And I’m not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
All filled with tears for me.
I wish so much you wouldn’t cry
The way you did today,
While thinking of the many things,
We didn’t get to say.
I know how much you love me,
As much as I love you,
And each time that you think of me,
I know you’ll miss me too.
But when tomorrow starts without me,
Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name,
And took me by the hand,
And said my place was ready,
In heaven far above,
And that I’d have to leave behind
All those I dearly love.
But as I turned to walk away,
A tear fell from my eye,
For all my life, I’d always thought,
I didn’t want to die.
I had so much to live for,
So much left yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible,
That I was leaving you.
I thought of all the yesterdays,
The good ones and the bad,
I thought of all that we shared,
And all the fun we had.
If I could relive yesterday,
Just even for a while,
I’d say good-bye and kiss you
And maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realized,
That this could never be,
For emptiness and memories,
Would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things,
I might miss some tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did,
My heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through heaven’s gates,
I felt so much at home.
When God looked down and smiled at me,
From His great golden throne,
He said, “This is eternity,
And all I’ve promised you.”
Today your life on earth is past,
But here life starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow,
But today will always last,
And since each day is the same way,
There’s no longing for the past.
So, when tomorrow starts without me,
Don’t think we’re far apart,
For every time you think of me,
I’m right here, in your heart ”
If you are the copyright holder of this poem and it was transmitted without your consent, by e-mail to me, please contact me through the contact form provided for this site and I will remove it immediately. Please provide some proof of authorship. An internet search on the poem divulged more than one person claiming to be the Author, and it appears on several sites. It is a beautiful poem and expresses very well an attitude we should have in planning the future.
The above poem was first published by Donald McElyea on his website http://www.ihaveheard.com on October 17, 2014.by