At Home with Creation

At Home with Creation                               February 18, 2006

See this pen with which I write?

I write to create memories for the future to read,

For I will not live on for eternity

Unlike The Savior, Jesus Christ.

I do, however, have a legacy to give,

And those are memories

Which I cherish, wish to pass on.

Today, I saw a man of the highest caliber

Suffering even as he would take a breath.

In a way, I felt a pain deep inside me,

For I wanted to lift his burdens,

But only God can do that, so I'm told,

Only He can unlock him from his shackles.

Oh bless you! Bless you! Oh God of the world,

For the man would be dehumanized

Without you.

Then the day arrived when the man passed on,

And I felt a terrible void within

My body, my spirit, my soul,

But I take solace in knowing that You, God,

Have opened The Pearly Gates of Heaven for him.

Here, now, at last, he lies in state, so still, so peacefully,

Not feeling any pain from the cruelities of the living realm.

He is now at home with Creation itself,

Back where we all come from,

And, ultimately, with God's Grace, will return.