I wrote this for a friend of ours who just lost her mother.
Time is a mystery,
As moments pass into
days,
Days pass into years,
Years fade into
moments,
In the blink of an
eye.
Lives within the
mystery,
Are born in the
sunrise,
Roam the fields and
rivers,
Changing every day,
Then ascending to the
sky.
Mystery is revealed,
When we turn away
from sight,
Looking only with the
heart,
Gazing into truths,
Which the eye cannot
see.
For every life that
was,
And every life that
is,
Is part of life
forever,
Bound by heart
together,
Was and is to be.
Entwined in all of
our days,
Her love woven
through words,
Knitted strong in her
actions,
The fabric of our
lives,
From the thread of
her soul.
She feels our moments
now,
As we feel all her
moments then,
Time faced in truth
as an illusion,
God’s plan dispelling
confusion,
In His love we are
made whole.
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