Had a sleepless night the other night.  That’s a rare occasion for me, but sometimes it happens.  When it does, I pray for people friends and family and sometimes write.  The other night, I wrote this poem based on some of my experiences as a chaplain in the hospital.

The Things We Need to Say

They tightly held each other’s hands
Both knew he would soon pass away,
This might be their last chance,
To say the things they needed to say.

Would they speak of when they first met
Or the kids when they were young?
About places they’d never forget
And other things they had done?

But the silence was rarely broken,
As they shared some smiles and shed some tears,
Words of love had already been spoken,
Every day throughout the years.

Their quiet conversation should remind us,
How quickly time can slip away.
And how every day should find us,
Saying the things we need to say.