"One who is loved is never lost"

My Mother the Moon and Me

When my mother came to die
She never wore her glasses anymore
Sometimes now neither do I
Since there is little to see but the door
Yet beyond this waits the sky

I mostly wear my glasses for the moon
To search its surface for a face
Familiar to me to see again soon
Found in the sky the fond embrace
Of one I loved and lost who went before

One who is loved is never lost
The moon is high but not too high
Open the door nor count the cost
What waxes must wane
To wax yet again

My mother is smiling tonight and I
Am ready to live to die and to rise
My mother's son now a child of the sky
I take off my glasses and realize
All I need to see is here within me

Closer than the moon and nearer than soon
Right here right now I am risen and free

+Steven Curtis Lance



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