A Funeral Poem for Mother

by Maggie Waite
(East Sussex England)

A quiet peace drifted over the mountain
Breathing life into that dry fountain
Bubbling up,it rippled and made its way forward.
enveloping the parched soil with its wetness

Within the house,tears fell on the stone floor
A loved one gone...to see no more.

But we who weep,should understand
This is the work of God's Great Hand.
He's gathered up our mother dear
To keep her safe and free from fear:

For as she leaves this world behind
A greater kingdom she shall find.

Reunited she shall be.
With loved ones,friends and Family.

So do not weep,her soul is free

JUST BELIEVE .......

SHE WAITS FOR THEE.