Let me be a firework,

To get a glimpse of you.

Shoot me up to Heaven where

Eternal love is true.

Humid, indigo night sky,

Lit with fires of July,

So surreal, I wonder still,

Why did you have to die?

We went this year (without you)

And looked up in the blue,

And no one had to say it;

We all knew it was true:

Dancing lights lit up the sky,

With booming sounds behind;

Our eyes took in the dazzle,

But you were on our mind.

I know we all were thinking

A thought that was the same;

Each firework shot upward,

Just seemed to shout your name.

I know there is a purpose,

But still it seems unfair;

To wait on Earth, just knowing…

You flit and fly up there.

You’re kind of like a firefly;

We saw their lights shine too,

Dancers, flying out of reach,

Enjoying what they do.

God, let me be a firework

And shoot me to the sky

To glimpse at my one true love…

For then, it’s not goodbye.

Let me be a firework,

My light to reach his sound,

And bring us both together;

We’ll never touch the ground.

I know I need to wait here;

It hurts that he’s so far,

So let me be a firework,

Until I am a star.

~ Angela Royse Pelleman

©️2023

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Poetry

My husband, Dave Pelleman battled rare aggressive cancer for an entire year. He died on February 21, 2023. Though it’s still unbelievably difficult and painful; my husband left me behind with the most beautiful gifts of three children: twin adult sons, and a teenaged daughter. I love them so much, and we are a great source of comfort to each other!

I believe God is calling me to write about grief to encourage others, but it’s a slow painful process to be able to do this. So, I told Him I was going to need some serious help. In answer to that prayer, I feel Jesus guiding me, so I’m starting with some poetry. Writing a poem is a comforting and creative way I can harness my emotions, powerfully condense them, and express myself in a raw moment of time. My writing is a gift from God, and He gets all the credit.

I hope you’ll join me on the journey. I’m just figuring it out as I go. If you’re hurting and you need some hope; the silver lining is that you’re not alone!

In Christ,

Angela Royse Pelleman