My Buddys Beloved Oma passed away Friday. The long watch is over, the dutiful and final task is completed.
My friend is one less part of his whole today when he called me. what do you say to the echoing empty chamber where the heart used to be?
What is there to say?
were those words needed to be said uttered one dark night?
is that candle burned down to a little coal in the darkness, enough to survive the onrushing night?
One belonging to the Greatest generations has gone home.
she was young once like you and me, with all the worries and frivolity's of the day
Her Night is over at long last; she has returned to her Beloved forebears, the Angles wept as she overcame these surly and trite bonds which bind to the earth, what rightly belongs to Eternity. Her gentle passing into the night befit a gentle souls right to Heaven.
Jesus was right by her bed to take her hand at last and lead her to the Far Horizons, leaving behind a bereaved family, full of hope for the coming day when all will be made clear.
where does the heart go
It breaks and breaks and breaks
moment by moment
never to heal, only the scars remain
bleeding from the thousand self inflicted cuts
our worst enemy is the mirror of the soul
My friend will miss his Momma
there will be pain and sorrow
The Angel come friday and stood By her bed, Gently, Gently he led her to the doorway, ever so softly and respectfully he whispered into her ear of the Coming moment of all her hope and grace...fulfilled
of all her fears coming to an end, of no more pain, of the end of suffering.
She stood before the doorway,and waited, for there was someone coming to get her
Like the coming dawn, like the showers of spring on upturned flowers he came
Well done my good and faithful daughter, its time to come home
she sees the evergreen fields of her youth stretching out before her, but this time there is no end upon the horizon
we are those left behind to water the flowers upon her grave
it is for us to carry the burden of sorrow for a little while
then as the rain helps the flowers grow..we will grow once again
to look up to the sun once again
and join in the dance of the seasons
in time we will do this
The pain is replaced by peace
It is Promised to us, there would be sorrow and toil
but everlasting joy also