| A Garden Awaits The time was right in springtime, in beginning days of May for her to give her labored journey to the Lord. Angels had been waiting at her side throughout the day, easing her with soft harmonic chord. All pain of illness left her, but it was hard to say goodbye to her husband and her daughters grieving near. But now she wears a robe of white; the gates of Heaven nigh, trumpets and a crown of gold appear. She is taken to a special place, a garden for her hands; hummingbirds deliver her bouquet from a vast array of flowers that surround her where she stands; a brilliant ray of peace lights up her way. She pauses often, watching with a vigilance she keeps, through a window open to her earthly home. Her smile warms the pillow of her grandsons as they sleep, or guides granddaughters’ feet in daily roam. She creates a breeze of comfort when sadness takes a hold, by touch or words from family or friends. It opens up a treasure chest where memories untold renew a love that even over death transcends. |
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| Barbara Ann 07/14/48 - 05/01/04 |