Atop the light and billowed clouds
Your spirit is at rest
Dwelling among angelic crowds
The Lord Chose as His best
In memory, we mourn and grieve
That you have gone away
But deep inside, we do believe
We’ll meet again one day.

We look from earth with sunlight high
And smile, knowing you’re free
Floating across the silent sky
Where we so long to be
As we embrace this sacred haze
So peaceful and surreal
We know your soul is there, always
And, thus in time, we’ll heal.

Atop the light and billowed clouds
Your spirit is at peace
Dwelling among angelic crowds
The Lord Chose to release
From all the stress and pain inside
Bound by vast skies of gray
To live in comfort, glorified
Till we meet again, one day.

© 2006 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection