You have left
this place of tears,
where even the brightest
of moments
pale in
comparison
to eternities light…
.
We say you are gone,
but we are separated
only by a transient
threshold that
beckons us
each in turn,
to pass through
heavens gate.
.
You are not
gone,
but rather
you have joined
heavens choir,
whose music
soothes our hearts
and enlivens our minds…
(just as yours always did)
.
So sing,
sing with
exuberant joy,
and we will dance
to the memory
of you,
until
our
time
has come…
This image is from Christine's invitation to poetry, where she asks us to reflect on the "communion of saints"
I want to dedicate this poem to my friend Neil who died recently, and will be sorely missed.
