Monday, December 26, 2011
When death walks by with quiet tread
to touch a loved one who's then led
away from sleep, away from pain,
to walk in joy and live again...
You'll hear her on a whispered breeze,
a calling bird in swaying trees...
D not weep long, but lift your eyes,
you'll see her glory in God's skies.
She'll be there in a swallow's flight...
her eyes in stars on a velvet night...
her courage strong in every tree...
her name carved well, for eternity.
Hide not your love within your heart,
for she will always be a part
of you and everything you do,
for death is nought when love is true.