Monday, November 18, 2013

Daren's Letter - November 18, 2013

Hello My Boy:

Sitting here in Alaska in the early morning, listening to the quiet and thinking of you.  I don't worry about you and hell honey.  I don't worry about it at all because I know God knows what kind of man laid behind the actions of addiction...a mighty fine one.  Remember when I wrote this poem for you?  I wrote it after one of our conversations; one of the times you called me your angel.

I was standing there at the judgment seat
watching as my life rolled past my view.
It was too late to change my ways
there was nothing left for me to do.
 
The path to the left led straight to Hell
and I knew my time had come.
I'd danced the dance, now came the time
to pay for what I'd done.
 
Then I heard a voice behind me;
one I knew so well.
It said "Let me take his place Lord.
Let me do his time in Hell."
 
"Let me do his time in hell Lord
He's my baby still you see.
How am I to know his failures 
are not the cause of me.
 
"He was perfect when you gave him.
Please wash him clean again.
Put his sins upon my shoulders.
'Cause I'd walk through hell for him.
 
"Please let me bear his burden.
Let me pay his toll.
Put his sins upon my shoulders
and let heaven keep his soul."
 
When I turned I saw her by my side
right where she'd always been.
Trying to teach me to do the right
but beside me when I caved in.
 
Her love was unconditional
although I did my part,
to throw her love back in her face
and trample on her heart.
 
I watched her tears begin to fall;
tears that I knew so well.
As she begged God to allow her
To do my time in hell.
 
I awoke to find the morning sun
I felt tears upon my face
and knew I had another day
to try to earn my Lord's good grace..
 
The first thing I did was called my mom
and heard the voice I knew so well.
I said "You needn't worry Mom,
Neither of us will go to hell.
 
 
The thing I didn't realize back then Honey was that you were already doing your time in hell; your hell on earth.  I only hope my darling boy, that I helped make your time there a little easier. 
 
I love you so much Daren.  Your leaving has left me empty.  Please Honey, let your presence be felt among those that you love, your family, friends, whoever.  Let them feel you when they pick up that joint, when they pour out the pills, when they fill up their glass, if they pick up a syringe or cut a line.  Whisper in their ears that its not worth it.  Ask whoever is there with you to help them so they won't do their time in hell on earth.
 
I love you honey.  Sweet peace my darling boy. Tell your dad I love him too.  I miss both of you more than I can say.
 
 
Mom.
 
 







 



 

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I watched as her tears begin to fall,

 

 

 

 

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I woke to the light of morning sun.

I felt the tears upon my face.
And knew I had another day

to gain my Lord’s own grace.


The first thing I did was called my Mom,

and heard the voice I knew so well.
I said “Don’t you worry Mama,

neither of us will do my time in Hell.”

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