Beyond the span of tears and time
Where the galaxies collide--
About the stars and ancient rhyme,
Does Providence abide.
Through some portal to eternity,
Where the seraphs sweetly sing--
May I once die, to always be,
And dawn angelic wing.
May home be as a shining star,
Where the angels low abide,
Welcomed through a timeless door
That the Heavens glad, provide!
Copyright © Mel Merrill | Year Posted 2015