As the pain, weekness, and wetness of our eyes has now the desire to fling
Many find themselves confused of God's work and his process of shedding wings
Why they say that he is no more, if we incessantly feel him, if we love him, remember him..
It is not him who is no more, but rather the world, it is all of us that passed away for him..
Dont wept or shutter, for this lifeless phenomenal soul now reclines on the sun
the fixed complete suffering will be no more, each crevice of tranquility has now began
Because of that we must carry with us the breezes that swirl delicately beneath the storms..
The spirits of our beloved ones, the joy of the feathered wings that his body now forms..
As the rain pelts harshly against your heart, let the soothing trickle calm your soul..
Allow the mind to retrospect the memories of someone so dearing, the honest qualities he held to mold..
I'll speak to you through nature's gift, that this man will never be far, he resides above
And when in doubt and colorless clouds surround your world, he'll paint them brightly with tones of love
I'll ask the birds who sing so sweetly if I can borrow their voice, to voice his goodness..
To whisper in your ear with every bit of reasurance that with this extra human, heaven has now achieved fullness
Every leaf or flower you see floating is him, asking you not to cry
To appreciate the atmosphere that is unfortunately sometimes short in time..
Time is the past some wish to forget
The future of our lives we want to collect
I hope with these words, you have a better understanding of Gods series of actions
A golden heart stopped beating, and hard working hands now lay at rest
And although the future planned is shattered, he arrives in a place of blissful spirtual life after death where all suffering and pain is now suppressed..


Christina C Russell