her Royal Majesty of Sorrows stands by,

waiting for Our Jewels to board
cherubs greet them with roses & stardust
while the angel band is harping
”Just a little talk with Jesus makes it right”

the coast guard of the righteous
prepare to hoist up one more precious anchor
from the Port of Generations.
and the spirit in her bosom soon bids  bon voyage! .  .  .
but don’t even think that letting go
is easy come or easy go. . .

i wish to stow away. . . but this is not my time
the Admiral of Faith knows my non-refundable itinerary
groanings of her spirit are the evidence
that she is being call’d, and soon shall depart

so don’t you think that letting go is
is easier said than done. . .

see the history in her eyes?
it just keeps growing dimmer
as the windows of transition
raise to raise her spirit free
of course she wants to let go. . .
’cause Jesus says come on home,

promising to make her journey easy. 

now as i sit at the crumbling seawall
near the edge of my loved one’s time
i feel my faith is swaying to the breaking point,
and the lighthouse of my comfort zone
dims daily in the hope of an easy grief. . .
we all know there is no such thing as
grief coming easy. . . .  

so while her inner light
is on that search for the golden dock
at the opposite side of a fantastic shore excursion

the sea legs of my logic tense up,
for I know that even though my heart
is surround’d in a mist of hollow healing,
we all, like birth, must sail death’s sea alone

but we will have a guiding light of
secret hidden codes from happy pasts,

like holding her hands,
hearing her say:
“oh your hands are so warm”

 . . . and smiling ever so sincerely

after all isn’t life a mere chronicle
and are not memories of our lov’d ones
reminiscent of the hands
that shield us from the shiver
of the faithlessness we feel believing
we cannot cruise eternity alone?

© 2006  cynth’ya lewis reed
all rights reserv’d 
P.S. Although my own thoughts on the meaning of life begin and end with how I relate to the one the world refers to as the Son of the Great I AM (YESHUA YAWEH-i.e. Jesus Christ) I found these interesting as to how they relate to a number of humanly-created belief structures. 

 (Note: Graphic created by Hawaiian Artist Jeff Wilke)