They Speak To Me

If my arms could but reach you from beyond the grave they would envelop you, tell you to be brave. Now I am free from pain in a restful place. I feel no regrets, life’s no longer a race! Someday you may join me, but this I will tell… Think not of a heaven, or even of hell. Life’s but a puzzle with each person a piece, not a finite possession, only a lease. You must cherish the time you are living now; make each moment count with a purpose somehow. Could be spent in friendship, or perhaps in rest, or service to others by giving your best. Though I may not be present, weep not, carry on, feel my arms around you, let your grief be gone!