Whispering

Written by: Anne Rutherford

  
   On the cusp of leaving,
   Earthly body never more to be.
   With no wings, 
   He's taking a ride above the
   clouds ,
   Only angels to lift him up
   Set him safely in heaven,
   Where pain will not touch 
   him again.
   At the side of of our Lord
   Peace will be in his name.
   Earthly strife all gone.
   The angels are calling ,
   Whispering his name.

  Anne Rutherford
  For my husband
  He left us Nov 17th.