In the Final Mystery
Moments ago I learned about her death
saddened and grieved her loss.
she's a friend, a sister and a teacher;
she touched my life and helped me hang on to God.
She's an angel who created a space in my heart
with her true friendship that she lived through,
all at the core and on the edge of her life,
developed that care for a process can share.
I seemed to be tongue-tied, speechless and weak.
reflecting on her precious, vivid memories,
those introspections and pages of her past;
I was grief-stricken; moved with tears and human sadness.
How I wish my tears could build a stairway;
and those lovely memories be like a road lane,
if I would climb the ladder like in Jacob's dream;
I would not hesitate to bring you home again.
My friend, my friend, I wish you could tell me,
where you're now, I claim you're with your Maker.
you lived your life on earth - with profundity, love and care;
truly, you're a beacon of exemplary life, a model to everyone.
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