PARTING

Just as the sun was sinking
Slowly in the west,
The Master whispered to her,
"Come unto me and rest."

She left behind earth's sorrow
With life's last setting sun,
Carried by the angels
To hear the Lord's, "Well done."

* * * * *

Flowers have faded and bloomed again,
As seasons have come and gone;
Years have passed since we said "goodbye"
But her memory still lives on.

Our separation shortens with
The passing of each year,
And our broken hearts find comfort
To know reunion's near.

 

Fayma Caraway Johns
(c) 1983
 
 
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