Twelve years ago…I met her

with me tattered and torn from a search

And she extended to me…a roof

under which I still perch

The warmth of her care was always felt

even on my eight floor

Her qualification and credentials?

a Genuine Love…that soared

As administrator she had respect for all

though we didn’t always see eye to eye

Yet, in her accomplished leadership role

each was aware…she was by their side

Being a homebody…I didn’t see her often

but I felt a security…knowing…she was there

Her…quiet authority…within the towers

gave me a cloak of well-being beyond compare

When I asked, she gave me permission

to distribute Christian literature

Her warmth and kind understanding

painted, for me…an indelible picture

Her faith was strong…one could tell

seen especially, when her health fell

And God, who resided within her heart

was evident in the strength He did impart

Even in this short while, she's already missed

none can ever fill shoes or take her place

But my comfort and contentment is…

one day, again…I will see her face

On that great morning of celebration…

when we gather on high…to feast and sup

There…around the Throne of Sweet Jesus

I’ll hug and greet…Gladys Clay Butts

2Timothy 4:7-8

© jmsbell/9-4-22