God sends Angels.
With a whisper, quietly
The soul leaves, a light wisp of breeze
Touches those in the room.
Mourning? Finality?
No, just Angels
comforting us,
When they escort a soul.
God, Sweet Lord,
My envy this wrong.
Your promise assured
Heaven, (a house with
many rooms, rooms,
for each of us.)
The dutiful Angels
when there is perfect quiet
escort with love,
My sister -
Who will not travel alone,
shall know no fear.
A promise of hope,
thousands of years made,
continues...The Lord
forgets neither the sparrow,
nor the lamb, nor His finest
creation - man.
On her birthday, years hence
I sense joy.
An eager heart yearning,
praying to shed the cumbersome shell,
to freedom.......a freeing for flight,
for the weight of a feather,
an embracing of only spirit
no pain, anxiety, guilt,
pure redemption.
This Lord is truly compassionate,
slow to anger, forgiving, loving,
welcoming lost children.,
those who return to Him
and say "I.m knocking on
the door Lord, Please forgive me."
I envy Heaven, for all that was promised.
My turn shall come soon.......
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