21. The Last Letter
A tear ran down her cheek
As she read the words he wrote
His dad sat at the table
With a lump in his throat
A tear ran down her cheek
As she read the words he wrote
His dad sat at the table
With a lump in his throat
My parents, my 22 yr old son, my husband, my 4 siblings, my sister's daughter and her son who grew up with my parents and is like a brother just passed 10 days ago.
When my son passed...
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I dreamt last night of heaven, and God was standing there
His arms were stretched out open, and he asked "Child why are you here?"
"I'm looking for my daddy, and I know that he is home
But I keep trying to call him and he doesn't pick up his phone."
Brilliant, perfect, touching ..well scribed.
The imagery is so vivid and beautiful.
God bless you Sister.
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The sun shall rise,
and sure to set.
Her time has come,
have no regret.
My best friend George was the bravest man I have ever known. He was taken from us by the most evil of diseases cancer. Even though he knew he was dying he put everyone before himself never...
When our time to pass is upon us
And our eyes are growing dim
God's gentle arms are waiting
To unfurl and guide us in
What a wonderful testament to your faith. It's well deserved of being published. Very well done and so personal and touching.
There is this special place in Heaven that one day I will see.
It was built by an Angel, and she made it just for me.
She filled this place with happy thoughts, chapters of a life that have now passed,
I am the sound of the birds,
The whispering in the trees.
The gentle silence after a storm,
And the warm summer breeze.
Is there a window In heaven Lord?
A window to look out and see
From a window up above Lord
For my loved ones to look down on me
She hugs and kisses her loved ones at Heaven's gate,
Then shares with them the joy of her new found fate.
She goes on and on about the ones she left behind,
It's going to take a while, because she was Grams to all mankind.
Life is full of joy and sorrow,
past, present, and tomorrow.
Knowing life as I do now,
Do not cry for me, my love.
My heart is still with you.
Keep your eyes on God above.
On the edge of tomorrow,
Between the death of night
And the birth of a new day,
Time stands still,
God handpicked our singing angel
To sing in his heavenly home
She's singing with the angel choir
And around God's golden throne
No presents bought, no candles blown; this year you walk on streets of gold,
And it's so much more than the stories you've been told.
The sun is shining on your face,
There are no birthdays in heaven,
For time has no meaning there.
Today is the future as well as the past.
A day is the same as a year.
I've loved and worshiped my whole life long,
I've lent a fair hand now and then.
I've praised the best, I've prayed for the rest.
I comfort the lonely once again.
Take a hand
Hold it near
Wipe away
The things we fear
My children, it's been a little while
And perhaps a lot more days,
So I'm sending you this message as
I have joyful things to say.
Famous Poem
And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,