Whispering
On the cusp of leaving,
Earthly body never more to be.
With no wings,
He's taking a ride above the
clouds ,
Only angels to lift him up
Set him safely in heaven,
Where pain will not touch
him again.
At the side of of our Lord
Peace will be in his name.
Earthly strife all gone.
The angels are calling ,
Whispering his name.
Anne Rutherford
For my husband
He left us Nov 17th.
Copyright © Anne Rutherford | Year Posted 2011
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