A Poem for A Dying Friend

Writer’s Note: This was written a few years ago as my friend, Ross, stood at the threshold between heaven and earth. Although cancer had escorted him there, angels ushered him into Heaven a couple of months later. God is good. All the time. Amen and Ehmen.

Dove flying

God stretches out his arms

Patiently waiting for his son to come home

He’s been waiting for a while

As His son struggles to hang on

But, soon the son will trade

his struggles for God’s peace

And God will smile brightly as he

prepares the homecoming feast.

His attention will then turn

To comforting those souls

Who are left behind and

no longer feel whole.

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He weeps with the hurting

And reminds us of the cross

Better days are coming

For He’s already paid the cost.

 

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