In Memory of Sharon Langan's mother
Where do we go when we leave from here?
What is there left of love and living
The family cried with grief and fear,
And how go on, with only grieving
to heal our souls?

How can we let her go from us
Her spirit slaking Heaven's thirst
When we below are very dust—
Broken, cracked, dried and burst
A husk of souls?

Faith says that we will meet again,
Though where's unknown and we unknowing;
Our hearts we say are broke, but then
She lives in memory's embers, glowing
In minds and souls.

Until we are at last together,
we'll say goodbye then, for a time,
Knowing well that when or whether
Depends upon our God sublime
Who made our souls.
© Phil Hodgkins, 2002
 

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