Beyond the Stone

I stood among the graves where the lilies grew wild I was there a moment to pray for my lost angel child Warm tears flowed down cheeks worn by sorrow and age Buttercups grew yonder on a ridge with mint and sage I knelt by the tiny mound of green sod to pray I choked on the words I truly meant to say Lonely for long begotten hugs froze my mind in repose I held in my trembling hand a small yellow rose With weathered fingers clawing at my chest I sobbed For another angel in heaven my soul felt empty and robbed I began to accept the pain as I stood alone Feeling faint I arose to walk to my little girls stone Watch over my heart my Lord I prayed for I hurt never more I stood there among the monuments of time empty and sore I walked the glory trail then awaiting for her alone Now God beckons me far, far beyond the stone