Behold A Visitor

Behold A Visitor

Behold a visitor to Death’s bedside;
an aunt from a lifetime ago;
one who, in love; would always abide;
her love helped others grow.

My Mother and Father, I loved so much;
I felt I’d been a disappointment;
from both, came the depth of love’s touch;
from God, I felt an annointment.

Then came my wife; who died long ago;
an Artist who painted what I’d be;
who could imagine; how did she know;
was it the future, she’d see?

Then came another; moving to the fore;
as the memories, literally, flew by;
grandmother; grandfather; and many more;
by joy; I was driven to cry.

My older brothers; who’d gone on ahead;
seemed poised to bid me hello;
but, unfinished business, awaited, instead;
it wasn’t yet my time to go.

I saw so many others who filled my heart;
some who didn’t even know I cared;
I sensed such a longing from being apart;
and, unspeakable love; we all shared.

All of the animals; I’d loved so much;
suddenly appeared; angels in the sky;
feeling inspired, by the Master’s touch;
joy, bringing tears, to each eye.

Behold a visitor to Death’s bedside;
I sensed the feel of a voice;
It’s not yet your time; entry, denied:
all time is the Master’s choice.

Monty   8/18/23.    # 1,744