It struck me odd the other day
as photos I did gaze upon.
Of all the faces I did see
four out of five of them are gone.
Eyes staring back; frozen it time
reminding me of yesteryear.
Recorded echoes from the past
sweet memories; I shed a tear.
As I recall the sights and sounds
of voices from so long ago;
the silence of this passing day
adds to the present sense of woe.
Turning the page then I did see
eyes smiling; looking back at me.
Without a word they seem to say,
” You know we’ll meet again one day,
So think of me with smiles sweet,
while you are there; and I am here.
For when once more we two do meet
twill be no place for grief nor tear.”
My dear friend and fellow Minister,passed away Friday.
This is for you Jo,and I shall.
I like the picture. It reminds me of the farm house where i grew up. The flower/leaf wall paper, the curtains, table cloth, rubber pads on white painted steps. Yes, I remember many things from my past, but thank God, I have an even better future ahead of me, living with an awesome King.