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!
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