To wake I pray in some more gloried place
My sorrow then will be for those who weep
I do not dread my death but welcome it's embrace
"She is lost!"
"Gone!" they'll cry "Forever!"
But I shall see them and unbeknownst,
I'll take them to my breast
With love that parting can not sever
As in life, I'll walk their steps
And breathe their every breath
I will have peace, theirs is the grief
For they have no faith past death
How dreadful is the sorrow
of those who grieve in doubt
They cannot know
how close the loved one is
How very close.
-Joan Howarth-
To wake I pray in some more gloried place
My sorrow then will be for those who weep
I do not dread my death but welcome it's embrace
"She is lost!"
"Gone!" they'll cry "Forever!"
But I shall see them and unbeknownst,
I'll take them to my breast
With love that parting can not sever
As in life, I'll walk their steps
And breathe their every breath
I will have peace, theirs is the grief
For they have no faith past death
How dreadful is the sorrow
of those who grieve in doubt
They cannot know
how close the loved one is
How very close.
-Joan Howarth-
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