Our time here is short.
Like leaves in autumn, we turn and change.
We resemble what we once were,
but we are marked by time.
And when it is time for us to let go of this world,
to pull away and fall
we find ourselves carried away to our new home.
To settle in with the saints
Cushioned by they who journeyed before us
And to marvel at the masterpiece displayed -
The intricate colors woven and layered together
A glorious display of lives touched and saved by His grace
The end, you see, is just the beginning...
2 comments:
I'm so sad for your loss.
I hate that it happened on my birthday, it so degenerates the feeling of ultimate joy. But your poem is very fitting and lovely.
Aw, Allie... it was not my intention to put a downer on your day.
Life should be celebrated - be it amidst the love and support you felt ALL weekend or in memorium.
Sorry... I can be a bit of a Debbie Downer sometimes.
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