Paul Thomas

One More Arrow (B. Taupin)

He said, "I want to grow up and look like Robert Mitchum! And I hope that when I'm gone, There'll be some say that they miss him"
He must have been romantic. He must have sensed adventure. And I feel the steel of his strong will in the frame around his picture. Now he's one more arrow, flying through the air One more arrow, landing in a shaded spot somewhere, Where the days and nights blend into one, And he can always feel the sun Through the soft, brown earth that holds him, Forever always young.
Strickly from the old school, He was quite about his pain. And if one in ten could be that brave, I would never hate again. Now he's one more arrow, flying through the air One more arrow, landing in a shaded spot somewhere, Where the days and nights blend into one, And he can always feel the sun Through the soft, brown earth that holds him,
Forever always young.

Lesley Thomas (Sister)

December 13, 2009

Please See Me Through My Tears
by Kelly Osmont

You asked, "How am I doing?"
As I told you, tears came to my eyes...
and you looked away and quickly began to talk again.
All the attention you had given me drained away.

"How am I doing?"...I do better when people listen,
though I may shed a tear or two.
This pain is indescribable.
If you've never known it you cannot fully understand.
Yet I need you.
When you look away,
When I'm ignored,
I am again alone with it
Your attention means more than you can ever know.

Really, tears are not a bad sign, you know!
They're nature's way of helping me to heal...
They relieve some of the stress of sadness.

I know you fear that asking how I'm doing brings me sadness
...but you're wrong.
The memory of my loved one's death will always be with me,
Only a thought away.
My tears make my pain more visible to you, but you did not
give me the pain...it was already there.

When I cry, could it be that you feel helpless, not knowing
what to do?
You are not helpless,
And you don't need to do a thing but be there.
When I feel your permission to allow my tears to flow,
you've helped me
You need not speak. Your silence as I cry is all I need.
Be patient...do not fear.

Listening with your heart to "how I am doing"
relieves the pain,
for when the tears can freely come and go, I feel lighter.

Talking to you releases what I've been wanting to say aloud,
clearing space
for a touch of joy in my life.

I'll cry for a minute or two...
and then I'll wipe my eyes,
and sometimes you'll even find I'm laughing later.

When I hold back the tears, my throat grows tight,
my chest aches, my stomach knots...
because I'm trying to protect you from my tears.
Then we both hurt...me, because my pain is held inside,
a shield against our closeness...and you,
because suddenly we're distant.

So please, take my hand and see me through my tears...
then we can be close again.

Geraldine Snell

November 11, 2009

You'll Never Walk Alone
R. Rogers/O. Hammerstein II
When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark

At the end of the storm
Is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of the lark

Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
Though your dreams be tossed and blown

Walk on walk on with hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone
You'll never walk alone

When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark

At the end of the storm
Is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of the lark

Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
Though your dreams be tossed and blown

Walk on walk on with hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone
You'll never walk

You'll never walk
You'll never walk alone.

Lesley Thomas (Sister)

November 11, 2009

The Rose Beyond the Wall


A rose once grew where all could see

Sheltered beside a garden wall

And, as the days past swiftly by

It spread its branches, straight and tall



One day, a beam of light shone through

A crevice that had opened wide

The rose bent gently toward its warmth

Then passed beyond to the other side



Now, you who deeply feel its loss

Be comforted, the rose blooms there

It’s beauty even greater now

Nurtured by God’s own loving care.



Author unknown

Lesley Thomas (Sister)

November 11, 2009

A Lifelong supporter of Liverpool Football Club and a true football supporter. "You'll never walk alone, Paul. Miss you so much little sis Lesley

Lesley Thomas (Sister)

November 11, 2009