TITLE: In Memory of My Mother By Yvonne Osborne 12/28/07 |
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Kneeling I hold her as stillness steals
Her last breath, sighing, gently gone,
As deep in my arms her softness feels
That same warm tenderness that seals
A voice that says to her, ” Well done.”
Holiness comes and entering in
Floods my heart with compassion’s tear,
And within that same soft rendering
No slight of death nor hindering,
Whispers gently, “She is not here.”
What is there now, but an earthly shell,
Long spent and weary now asleep,
And in His presence there to dwell,
A legacy that Love made well,
For ever in my heart to keep.
How sweet her smile in Love’s repose,
That perfect peace that cannot die,
That brought us here and then arose
And crossed the river there that flows,
The fragrance of Jesus passing by.
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