How can one smile watching a loved one wanting to die?
Perhaps not consciously wanting -- but an innate desire to "go home."
The Life Everlasting beckons --
The Earthly one cries, "Enough!"
And so it is with her. "I'm 88," she whispers. "Let me go!"
God quietly intervenes.
"I make the call. I'm the One Who gives. I'm the One Who takes.
You have miles to go, to serve, to do good."
What do you know of the future, of My plans?
You may have an old man to bury, to bid farewell --
Then Paradise will accept you both."
This is as it is written:
The Caregiver awaits you and you shall dwell together in the House of the Lord forever.
Art Davis
Copyright - used with permission
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