Visions of Home

I stand in the doorway of my mother's bedroom. I know the angels will be coming soon. I listen as she speaks to the ones I can't see, my heart is breaking, this is killing me. I watch as she stretches her arms up high, my eyes are misty, then she begins to cry. All of her family that have gone before, are now waiting as she crosses, God's Golden Shore. What a day this will be, they are together again, no more pain or suffering in God's Promised Land.