Remembering Bryce

sister and her significant other
Bryce and Harry
I don’t know why it is, but whenever I read or sing this ballad, I think of my sister Bryce, who died a year ago today. Somehow, I can never get to the end without crying. I miss her, I wish I had known her better, and I look forward to seeing her again, when time ends.

“Like Fireflies”

Like fireflies at eventide
You light my dark’ning way
And when at last full night has come,
please lead me home, I pray.

Your love has ever held me.
My heart is in your hand.
I hear the heav’nly chorus,
the full celestial band.

Like fireflies at eventide
You light my dark’ning way
And when at last full night has come,
please lead me home, I pray.

You’ve overfilled my cup with joy.
Now help me do your will.
Your peace is overflowing.
This heart of mine is still.

Like fireflies at eventide
You light my dark’ning way
And when at last full night has come,
please lead me home, I pray.

I’ve tried to love your children
As you would have us do.
Let judgment come from heaven.
Your love will see us through.

Like fireflies at eventide
You light our dark’ning way
And when at last full night has come,
please bring us home, we pray.

Written on 26 February 2015, by Elizabeth W. Bennefeld. All rights reserved.

Writing 201: Poetry. Ballad, Day 6.

8 thoughts on “Remembering Bryce

    1. Thank you. Al held me, and I cried. Was good. Remembering is good. Bryce was artist, poet and musician, and 12 years younger than me. Next to the youngest sibling. She was in a coma. Her son and I were alone with her, each of us holding a hand, when she died.

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